Текст песни Prayer of the Children - Live - Kurt Bestor , The American Boychoir

Can you hear the pray′r of the children
On bended knee
In the shadow of an unknown room?
Empty eyes with no more tears to cry
Turning heavenward toward the light
Crying jesus help me to see the morning light of 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
Who lah dah dah dohm
Lah dah lah dah dohm
Woh doh doh dah dah dah doh
Can you hear the voice of the children softly
Pleading for silence in their shattered world?
Angry guns preach a 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
Dali čuje te sve dječje molitve?
Can you hear the pray'r of the children?