| Days Of Prayer |
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| Standing before the door of the one I call god |
| My entrance has been denied- forever lost |
| Days of prayer are words wasted on the wind |
| If there is to be an answer then give these talons a grasp to hold |
| CHORUS |
| Burning sun of hope |
| A blackened path in my way |
| Trees of fruitless seed are soon cast away |
