prayers (you're not bold enough to say)

Hope is a sweet little sting
It's not a plaything
It breaks like glass
& hope is a thorn in the side
Of the devil that hides
In the shadow

& a song before it's sung
Does it hide in your lungs
Does it float in the air
Does it wait for someone who can
Grab it & then
Go out & sing

Sometimes something strange happens & you wonder
If it does because you saw it coming all the way
All the way like a dream that you don't want to come true
Or like a prayer you're not bold enough to say

& if you turn off the light
Where does it go
Nobody knows
This song goes out to those
Who think they can tell
I wish them well
I wish them well



Credits
Writer(s): Georg Altziebler
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