from turning point i used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain that s the only kind of prayer i knew back then it was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight like a beacon from my lifeboat late at night as long as i was waiting under the empty sky out there i would feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare i d fear there s nothing to believe in nothing that would care and the fire of desperation that s my silent prayer that s my silent prayer that s my silent prayer i want to smash the windows the congregation s asleep i want to feel the wind blow and let the spirit free i can t i can t stand to sit there where their god is pocket size i want to feel what s real and will not compromise this rage i blaze inside me into the empty sky out there when i feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare i fear there s nothing to believe in nothing that would care and the fire of desperation that s my silent prayer that s my silent prayer that s my silent prayer she cuts til she s bleeding to scream out from her skin and he tightens the tourniquet deep within friends fall so fast we call it suicide you just scream in silence over time this pain you blaze inside you into the empty sky out there when you feel that sorrow burning like a rescue flare you fear there s nothing you believe in nothing that would care and the fire of desperation that s your silent prayer that s your silent prayer that s your silent prayer that s your silent prayer that s your silent prayer  david wilcox all rights reserved