Look back, nicely drawn There’s a picture on the wall But behind the rosy colours There’s suffering all along
Listen, there’s a rain The sky is crying; live is vain In the midnight air there’s someone To be broken with the loss
Final groan The children grown They are laughing But it turn my heart to stone
If I would believe There is something up there I would rise my hands And plunge into the prayer
If I could find a way To heal the wounds But they’re here to stay;
I will rise my hands in mourning I will pray I will pray
Risky game of life Getting harder to survive He may passed away, but in the hearts His soul is now revived
But the life is not so gray There will be another day He’ll be pleased if you will carry on Enjoying it same way
He made us smile He made us cry He is watching Leaving us with question: «Why?» If I would believe There is something up there I would rise my hands And plunge myself into the prayer
If I could find a way To heal the wounds But they’re here to stay;
I will rise my hands in mourning I will pray I will pray