In my hour of need. On a sea of gray. On my knees I pray to you. Help me find the bones of the dying dead. Won't you light my way. Won't you light my way. A bullet is a man. From time to time he strays. I compare my life to this. To this I relate. And I'm willing. To listen to your answers. And I'm not afraid. To tell you I need you today. Won't you light my way. Won't you light my way. So when I'm lost. Or I'm tired and deprayed. Or when my high bullet mind. Goes astray won't you light my way. Don't save it for another day