Kyrie

A child cries, he's born at night inside a burning building
Closed his eyes - the light's too bright for him - he cannot see the flame
And he, in turn, mistakes the warmth of fire for love and safety
Amid the roar of frightened people running he can't hear his name

Kyrie eleison, kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Kyrie eleison

A people tired of asking "Why?"
They're asking of the silence
Crazy people, wishing wanting wandering
Talking to the air
Should we believe that someone cares yet still allows the violence
Are we naive to hope the wind, the stars, the sky, will hear our prayer?

Kyrie eleison, kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Kyrie eleison

We blame the sky for what we've begun
Forgive us father, we know not what we do
Nor what we've done
Lord, have mercy

Should we believe that someone cares yet still allows the violence
Are we naive to hope the wind, the stars, the sky, will hear our prayer?
Kyrie eleison, kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Kyrie eleison

words/music by Tom McCormack
© 1991 Spotted Dog (ASCAP)