A Prayer lyrics

Oh borrow my tiredness

Young girl, young boy

And wrap it in your hair

Like garlands

Take it as a kiss

And feel it

Upon your lips.

Oh borrow these aches

Young girl, young boy

And make them into the spring of your lithe bodies

The laughter of heart

And a chuckle of the soul

We who are the children

Eternal and free

The unborn, beyond false grace

Who turn their back on immortality

Beyond the burnt offerings of time and space.

Oh take my love

Young girl, young boy

And use it as your own,

Take my poetry

Take my soul

That we might be as one

Beyond division

Beyond all pain

That to heavenly heights

We might fly, fly

Again, again.

Then share my joy

Young girl, young boy

And we will sing a love supreme

That we might dance the dance of life

And feel a promise of our dreams

And feel a promise of our dreams.