Through the eyes of the young and the mind
of the old.
Through the days of love and the seasons
of gold.
For the hopes and dreams of all those
in pain.
For the scared and the scarred trapped
out in the rain.
With those who dream of passion and love.
With a loving touch, not a push or a shove.
For all the fear we have to release.
And all the things that give us peace.
I say a prayer for golden days.
So we can all see better ways.
To help the weak and sick at heart.
And treat them fair right from the start.
To give a hand when someone's in need.
And spread the wealth, not live in greed.
