Do You remember me?
Long ago on bended knee, I prayed to You,
with childhood fantasies.
Well I'm all grown up now.
Can You still help somehow?
I'm not a child, but my heart still can dream.
Please hear my prayer tonight,
and help me do what's right.
Not for myself,
but for a world in need.
CHORUS:
No more lives torn apart,
that wars would never start,
and time would heal all hearts.
Every man would have a friend,
and right would always win
and love would never end.
this is my prayer for every year.
May kindness rule our lives,
not just the strong survive,
sweet tears for all the thousand years gone by.
This is the world I pray
we will share someday.
And we begin by reaching out my hand.
CHORUS
What is this illusion called?
The innocence of youth.
Maybe only in that blind belief
will we ever find the truth.
