whisper a prayer for the dying
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i hear the sound of distant thunder echo all around
i see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground
i see the fathers' sons and daughters
i hear the mothers crying
nothing left for me to do
whisper a prayer for the dying
the suffocating heat of jungles
where everything reminds you
you're a stranger in a strange land
the soothing words of politicians
while guardian angels waste their time and every mother cries
you pray to god when the bullets fly
the bombs fall like black rain
and all your dreams take you home again
you try to carry the heavy load
walking down armageddon road
i hear the sound of distant thunder echo all around
i see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground
i see the fathers' sons and daughters
i hear the mothers crying
nothing left for me to do but whisper a prayer for the dying
whisper a prayer for the dying
you can't show what you feel inside
you know you'll never be the same again
whisper a prayer for the dying
i'm walking down armageddon road