who will wake my sleeping heart
that has laid upon this bed far too long
who will draw the blinds to let the sunshine in
the lights so bright that i can hardly see
and who will wait til morning comes again
oh maybe i'd begin to fall in love again
and who will chase these praying thoughts away
teach me how to pray for the strength to stay
who will calm my nervous heart
my hands tremble with every doubt that races by
whho will guide me to the river
where i can wash away the evil on my tounge