A prayer for the living
Not one for the dead
Safe in paradise
Or laughing instead
A prayer for the living
Not too much to ask
For those with no sun
Or those on the run
For those who have pity
To those who have none
The poor little lost soul
The millionaire’s son
For those who know truth
But keep getting it wrong
To hear a voice, a voice for them
A prayer for the living, Lord
To show us you care
About us as well as
Those no longer here
For those who have pity
To those who have none
The poor little lost soul
The millionaire’s son
For those who know truth
But keep getting it wrong
To hear a voice, a voice for them
For those growing old
But no longer wise
Daydreamers
The widow who cries
For those out of breath
After all of their sighs
To hear a voice, a voice for them
A prayer for the living
A prayer for the small
A thought for the dead
But a prayer for us all
(Wills, Grey) monoluxury music copyright 2005