A tortured girl sits all alone with razor, bloody veins.
"These cuts," she says, "help me to feel, but only cause more pain."
There's got to be a better way, an answer and a change.
She turns her face and thoughts above, and she begins to pray.
God grant me peace. God grant me solutions.
And grant me all the things I need to see the light inside of me.
Grant me hope. God help my condition.
And make me all the things I need to be, so I can be free.
A man sits quietly in his home, he's been like this for days.
His wife is with another man, and that's where she will stay.
He tries to make it all make sense, an answer for her change.
He turns his face and thoughts above, and he begins to pray.
God grant me peace. God grant me solutions.
And grant me all the things I need to see the light inside of me.
Grant me hope. God help my condition.
And make me all the things I need to be...
Free me from this loneliness that haunts me through my days.
Free me from this emptiness that will not go away.
A bottle sits next to a man who forgot his own name.
And lately he drinks more and more to dull away the pain.
He knows he just can't keep it up, he'll die without a change.
He turns his face and thoughts above, and he begins to pray.
God grant me peace. God grant me solutions.
And grant me all the things I need to see the light inside of me.
Grant me hope. God help my condition.
And make me all the things I need to be, so I can be free.
