from Turning Point
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I used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain.
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That's the only kind of prayer I knew back then.
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It was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight
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Like a beacon from my lifeboat late at night.
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As long as I was waiting
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Under the empty sky out there,
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I would feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare.
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I'd fear there's nothing to believe in, nothing that would care.
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And the fire of desperation,
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That's my silent prayer.
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That's my silent prayer.
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That's my silent prayer.
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I want to smash the windows. The congregation's asleep.
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I want to feel the wind blow and let the spirit free.
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I can't, I can't stand to sit there where their God is pocket-size.
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I want to feel what's real and will not compromise.
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This rage I blaze inside me
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Into the empty sky out there,
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When I feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare,
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I fear there's nothing to believe in. Nothing that would care.
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And the fire of desperation,
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That's my silent prayer.
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That's my silent prayer.
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That's my silent prayer.
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She cuts 'til she's bleeding to scream out from her skin.
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And he tightens the tourniquet deep within.
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Friends fall so fast.
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We call it suicide.
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You just scream in silence over time.
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This pain you blaze inside you
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Into the empty sky out there,
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When you feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare,
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You fear there's nothing you believe in. Nothing that would care.
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And the fire of desperation,
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That's your silent prayer.
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That's your silent prayer.
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That's your silent prayer.
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That's your silent prayer.
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That's your silent prayer.
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¨Ï David Wilcox, all rights reserved
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Silent Prayer
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David Wilcox |