A prayer never answered
the way I thought it should.
A dream never realized,
a life misunderstood.
Things I've always wanted
became my golden ring –
an all consuming thing.
Words to my creator with hands folded tight.
Questions yet unanswered as I close my eyes tonight.
Will I wake tomorrow, my path in the light.
Or should I pray harder till my doubt is not in sight.
Not in sight.
A man of many hopes
just a few years ago.
Had to change direction,
only one place left to go.
Jesus said to follow him and leave the rest alone.
Toward the cross I'm headed—here I go.
Words to my creator with hands folded tight.
Questions yet unanswered as I close my eyes tonight.
Will I wake tomorrow, my path in the light.
Or should I pray harder, till my doubt is not in sight.
Not in sight.
Is there time to change?
Wash the past away?
Is one chance all there is?
With nothing left to say?
Nothing left to say.
There's nothing left to say.
There's nothing left to say.
Words to my creator with hands folded tight.
Questions yet unanswered as I close my eyes tonight.
Will I wake tomorrow with the promise of new life.
Or should I pray harder till my doubt is not in sight.
Words to my creator with hands folded tight.
He is always faithful to hear me in the night.
When I wake tomorrow with the promise of new life.
I'll keep giving praises till my doubt is not in sight.
Not in sight.
Not in sight.
Not in sight.
Not in sight.
Not in sight.
Not in sight.
Not in sight. Yeah.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI