Can you hear
the prayer of the children?
On bended knee
in the shadow of an unknown room.
Empty eyes
with no more tears to cry,
turning heav′nward toward the light.
Crying Jesus help me to see the morning light one more day,
but if I should die before I wake,
I pray my soul to take.

Can you feel
the hearts of the children,
aching for home
for something of their very own.
Reaching hands
with nothing to hold on to,
but hope for a better day,
a better day.
Crying Jesus help me to feel the love again in my own land,
but if unknown roads lead away from home,
give me loving arms,
way from harm.

Ooh...

Can you hear
the voice of the children?
Softly pleading
for the silence in a shattered world.
Angry guns preach the gospel full of hate,
blood of the innocent
on their hands.
Crying Jesus
help me to feel the sun again upon my face,
for when darkness clears I know you're near,
bringing peace again.

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Can you hear
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Writer(s): Kurt Roland Bestor<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com