When you hold your hands out may your good Lord show a sign
  And when you seek forgiveness may your good Lord take the time
  May your good Lord talk to mine
  
  When you light a candle may your good Lord see it glow
  Shining through the darkness may your good Lord make it grow
  To cast a light across the land from killing fields to dessert sands
  From distand shores to where I stand
  Will your good Lord make it so
  
  And after all I think and do, I can´t believe that this is true
  
  If I cry out treason will your good Lord make them pray
  All those men of reason, leading nowhere lost their way
  Turning riches into rags, turning rags into the streets,
  Turn the streets into a hell, may your good Lord have his day
  
  And after all I said and done, I can´t believe our gods are one
  Turning riches into rags, turning rags into the streets
  Turn the streets into a hell, may your good Lord have his day
  
  What would it take to take a hold
  A shepherd searching for a fold
  The greatest story ever told
  Somebody´s lying
  
  If I believed in something would your good Lord make it true
  Give me the sword of justice, show me the hate to put it through
  Cut down the bitter tears, the sleepless night, the waking fears
  The empty words the silent tears, would your good Lord love me too ?