Pray for the Day

Every line on his face
A page in a tattered scrapbook
Of dreams and lost graces
Each one a story of villains and glories
An everyday tale
Of corruption in small places
"Where did my heroes go?", he said
Where is the touch that heals
All us battle-worn
And breathless men of steel?

Pray for the day
When every chain that binds
And the demons
Who have held you down
Lie buried in stony ground
Pray for the day

He said, "I know this razor's edge
Is leading me down, down
But I fear it's leading me under
And a cold, soundless wind
Has burrowed under my skin
And proceeded to seize my heart
And terrify me with thunder
It's so cold outside", he said
"bitter cold out here
And I once thought love came by
But that was another year
And another time"

Pray for the day
When every chain that binds
And the demons
Who held me down
Lie buried in stony ground
I'll wait for the day
(I'll wait for the day)
I'll hope for the day
(I'll hope and I'll pray)
I'll pray for the day, ooh...

And I've searched for the prophets
And the messengers of God
But all I found was a stolen crown

The greatest story ever told
Told by some soon grows cold
Cruel and bloodless

"So many lies", I said
"Like coins in an empty well
Lifted from a dead man's eyes
As tears from Heaven fell"

I'll pray for the day
When every chain that binds
And the demons
Who held us down
Lie buried in stony ground
I'll wait for the day
(I'll wait for the day)
I'll hope for the day
(I'll hope and I'll pray)
And I'll pray for the day, oh, yes