When I Can See Through These Tears. (Jeanene Pratt©2001) We were well on our way to the promised land, When we were vilely set upon by an evil, outlaw band. Somehow I survived it, but so many fell that day, Many sisters, many bothers perished in the fray. We were ambushed, we were beaten, left there for dead; And my vision was blurred;I couldn't see the road ahead. I could sense it was a crossroads but the paths were not so clear. I had no sense of direction, couldn't see through my tears. How can I keep my eyes on the prize? How can I go on with these tears in my eyes? When I can feel more than this hate, Will my vision be clear When I can reach beyond my rage, When I can see through these tears? This rage could drive me onward faster than the wind But with no sense of direction where would I begin? Each path that that I might travel holds perils of its own And my zeal could be my downfall if I take the wrong way home. How can I keep my eyes on the prize? How can I go on with these tears in my eyes? When I can feel more than this hate, Will my vision be clear When I can reach beyond my rage, When I can see through these tears? I'm still weeping for my countrymen, for those who have been lost. And my passion drives me onward--who cares about the cost? Yet I have to get my bearings, I must regain my sight Lest I plow ahead blindly and be lost without the light. I know I must keep my eyes on the prize? It's hard to go on with these tears in my eyes. When I can feel more than this hate, My path will be more clear When I can reach beyond my rage, When I can see through these tears. When I can reach beyond my rage, When I can see through these tears.
JeanenePratt@onebox.com
[I don't know how to post the tune, but it's in a moderate 2/4 time and a pretty simple folk/country-western type chord progression.]
Jeanene
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