So open up your morning light,
and say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive,
then see the peace in every eye.
She had two babies. One was six months, one was three
In the war of '44.
Every telephone ring, every heartbeat stinging
When she thought it was God calling her.
Oh would her son grow to know his father?
(estrivillo)
I don't want to wait for our lives to be over,
I want to know right now what will it be.
I don't want to wait for our lives to be over,
will it be yes or will it be sorry?
He showed up all wet on the rainy front step.
Wearing shrapnel in his skin.
And the war he saw lives inside him still,
it's so hard to be gentle and warm.
The years pass by and now he has granddaughters.
(estrivillo)
You look at me from across the room
You're wearing your anguish again
Believe me I know the feeling
It sucks you into the jaws of anger.
So breathe a little more deeply my love
All we have is this very moment
and I don't want to do what his father,
and his father, and his father did,
I want to be here now.
So open up your morning light,
and say a little prayer for I
You Know that if we are to stay alive,
then see the love in every eye.