Still Got a Prayer - Billy Falcon

As my daddy lay there on Omaha Beach

It didn’t look good

For my brothers and me

There were 24 hours on that longest day

Now ten thousand crosses

Scar the beach where they lay

Under machine gun fire

On that blood day called D

Back home a young girl was praying

God bring him home for me

When you reach out

And nobody’s there

Scream and shout

No one seems to care

When you think you’ve got nothing left to hold on to

When you cry out

And nobody hears

Just fear and doubt

All you’ve left is tears

When you think

You’ve got nothing left to hold on to

You’ve still got a prayer

When my mother was born

On that South Brooklyn street

It didn’t look good

For my brothers and me

Born in the back of a store

That sold cigars and candy

Cold she lay crying

And that’s the way it would be

She took her last breath

And I kissed her goodbye

Walked down that hospital hall

Trying so hard not to cry

As he took his last breath

On calvary’s tree

It didn’t look good

No there wasn’t much hope

For my brothers and me