Midge Ure Follow

When you hold your hands out may your good Lord show a signAnd when you seek forgiveness may your good Lord take the timeMay your good Lord talk to mineWhen you light a candle may your good Lord see it glowShining through the darkness may your good Lord make it growTo cast a light across the land from killing fields to dessert sandsFrom distand shores to where I standWill your good Lord make it soAnd after all I think and do, I can´t believe that this is trueIf I cry out treason will your good Lord make them prayAll those men of reason, leading nowhere lost their wayTurning riches into rags, turning rags into the streets,Turn the streets into a hell, may your good Lord have his dayAnd after all I said and done, I can´t believe our gods are oneTurning riches into rags, turning rags into the streetsTurn the streets into a hell, may your good Lord have his dayWhat would it take to take a holdA shepherd searching for a foldThe greatest story ever toldSomebody´s lyingIf I believed in something would your good Lord make it trueGive me the sword of justice, show me the hate to put it throughCut down the bitter tears, the sleepless night, the waking fearsThe empty words the silent tears, would your good Lord love me too ?