This is a prayer for all the mothers,
All the fathers and the sons,
Who have nothing left but ashes
When the flame of hope is gone.

This is a prayer for all the lost ones
Who find courage in the fire.
Who take pleasure in destruction
And the ashes of desire.

This is a prayer for all of us,
As the fire burns away.
When there's nothing left but ashes,
There is nothing we can say.

This is a prayer for all the dying
Broken on the battlefield.
This is a prayer for the survivors,
That their wounds may soon be healed.

This is a prayer for all the children.
Please heal the pain that's in their eyes.
Don't let them grow up full of anger,
Or the hate will never die.

This is a prayer for all of us,
As the fire burns away.
When there's nothing left but ashes,
There is nothing we can say.

We pray that time will soothe our sorrows.
We pray that time will heal our pain.
Let the spirits feel no anger.
Let us someday feel the rain.

Let the lost ones find salvation.
Let them find peace within the fire.
Let them end their stories with more
Than ashes from a funeral pyre.

This is a prayer for all of us,
As the fire burns away.
When there's nothing left but ashes,
There is nothing we can say.

There is nothing left to say.