Acoustic jazz/rock with reggae and latin elements
Lyrics
Oh, saint of my soul...
lift me up and away from confusion.
I cannot reach on my own--
what dodges my grasp, and fades as illusion.
But I continue to try,
and everyday I send a prayer to my maker.
To my fate I am blind, but I have
opened up my eyes.
It's not enough what I know--
and all those questions that I never think to ask.
So I look outside and see that I'm alone--
standing unrecognized with no light
in which to bask.
But I continue to try.
And everyday I send a prayer to my maker.
To my fate I am blind, but I have
opened up my eyes.
I keep reminding myself:
"There's no one else who can speak to my needs."
But I never question of myself:
"Who will I pray to then,
if my prayers go unanswered?"
