Prayer (Light the Dark) - Albert Bouchard

Lord, I don’t know my way

I have no idea where I’ll stay

Tonight, tomorrow, the next day

I must hang oh God I pray

I sleep in buildings full of rats

Abandoned husks, cold as hell

Screams and curses in the streets

From little girls with bodies to sell

Hear to my voice

let it light a spark

Give me a chance

light up the dark

Day labored for a man who’d bray

Every word he had to say

Worked me dawn to sun’s dying ray

Two bucks was all he had to pay

He’s a king in my pauper’s tale

He succeeds only if I fail

That’s how he sees my travail

How do I tell him that story’s stale

If we live or die in each other’s greed

Neither of us will succeed

If we live and die in each other’s grace

We meet each man face to face

Don’t want your pity, don’t want sorrow

Just a better tomorrow

A job to give us both a piece

Of what we all want, the American dream

Don’t forget me here in the cold, damp dark.

Listen to my voice;

let it light a spark.

I deserve respect;

I can make my mark