I know for sure his heart is here with me
Though I wish him back I know he cannot see
My hands, trembling
I know he hears me sing
I light this candle and watch it throw
Tears on my pillow
And if there is a Christ he'll come tonight
And pray for Spanish eyes
And if I have nothing left to show but
Tears on my pillow
What kind of life is this if God exists
Then help me pray for Spanish eyes
He had to fight like all the rest
In the barrio all the streets are paved with fear
I don't understand, at least he was a man
I light this candle and watch it throw
Tears on my pillow
And if there is a Christ he'll come tonight
And pray for Spanish eyes
How, many lives will they have to take How much heartache How many suns will they have to burn Spanish eyes When will they ever Iearn
You were not the Maravilla in our minds We were proud to fight But we cannot win this blind Stand your arms against the wall Who's next in line to fall
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