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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