Pray
written by Gary Marks © 1994 Arewea Co. ASCAP

Everything is true and
everything is crossed along the circuitry:
you know what you’re doing
but you never know where that might lead.
 
Fighting is the way you think your heart is won.
What is left to win when you’re the only one?
 
Pray for the love
It’s choking from no trust and not breathing in us.
 
You’ve got your reasons
why you live so cold inside your skin.
When you’re tired of freezing
a holy night comes when you let me in.
 
Doubting is the way you think that logic comes.
But logic of the mind is not the only kind.

Pray for the love
It’s choking from no trust and not breathing in us.
 
All the love in a cage slowly paces
like an animal dying.
There we die knowing well
there were no bars upon the cage.
 
Politics of modern love
doesn’t speak well for Democracy.
Reactionary forces seem to force their view
upon the silent who see
 
that winning’s not the way the heart is ever won
what is left to win when you’re the only one?

Pray for the love
It’s choking from no trust and not breathing in us.