silence in a shattered world

"can you hear the prayer of the children

on bended knee in the shadow of an unknown room

empty eyes with no more tears to cry

turning heavenward for the light

crying jesus, help me to see the morning light

for one more day. but if i should die before i wake,

i pray my soul to take

can you feel the hearts of the children

aching for home, for something of their very own

reaching hands, with nothing to hold onto,

but hope for a better day, a better day

crying jesus, help me to feel the love again

in my own land, but if unknown roads lead

away from home, give me loving arms away from harm

can you hear the voice of the children

softly pleading for silence in a shattered world

angry gods preach the gospel full of hate

blood of the innocent on their hands

cry jesus, help me to feel the sun again upon my face

for when darkness clears i know you're near

bringing peace again

can you hear the prayer of the children?"

aren't we all children?