I can't remember (Remember)
Each time it slipped right through my fingers
The eyes and faces of my brothers (My brothers)
They never made it back home to their mothers
And all I remember (Remember)
Of 1943 December
Sullivan and I behind the line, we gathered (We gathered)
who fought to hold the match to the fire
The smoke lead the way back to death and flames
My disbelief in what we built for me
Bogged down with no warning, no hope
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me
No hands to hold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold
And I remember (remember)
The prayers my mother's mother taught her
And no, I don't believe her (believe her)
I'd be dead with my fellow men and the preacher
No hands to pray
If I should die before, before I wake
I pray the lord for my soul, my soul to take
No hands to fold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me
No hands to fold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me
No hands to fold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me

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