Silent Prayer - David Wilcox

I used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain

That’s the only kind of prayer I knew back then

It was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight

Like a beacon from my lifeboat late at night

As long as I was waiting

Under the empty sky out there

I would feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare

I’d fear there’s nothing to believe in, nothing that would care

And the fire of desperation

That’s my silent prayer

That’s my silent prayer

That’s my silent prayer

I want to smash the windows.

The congregation’s asleep

I want to feel the wind blow and let the spirit free

I can’t, I can’t stand to sit there where their God is pocket-size

I want to feel what’s real and will not compromise

This rage I blaze inside me

Into the empty sky out there

When I feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare

I fear there’s nothing to believe in. Nothing that would care

And the fire of desperation

That’s my silent prayer

That’s my silent prayer

That’s my silent prayer

She cuts 'til she’s bleeding to scream out from her skin

And he tightens the tourniquet deep within

Friends fall so fast

We call it suicide

You just scream in silence over time

This pain you blaze inside you

Into the empty sky out there

When you feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare

You fear there’s nothing you believe in. Nothing that would care

And the fire of desperation

That’s your silent prayer

That’s your silent prayer

That’s your silent prayer

That’s your silent prayer

That’s your silent prayer

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