On the road to Basra,
stood young Lieutenant Jimmy Bly
Detailed to go through
the clothes of the soldiers who died
At night in dreams, he sees their souls rise
Like dark geese into the Oklahoma skies
Chorus:
Well, this is a prayer for the souls of
the departed
Those who've gone and left their babies
brokenhearted
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Now Raphael Rodriguez was just seven years old
Shot down in a schoolyard by some East
Compton Cholos
His mama cried, "My beautiful boy is dead"
In the hills, the self-made men just
sighed and shook their heads
Chorus:
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Those who've gone, left their babies brokenhearted
Young lives over before they got started
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Tonight as I tuck my own son in bed
All I can think of is what if it
would've been him instead
I want to build me a wall so high nothing
can burn it down
Right here on my own piece of dirty ground
Now I ply my trade in the land of king dollar
Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor
And all the hatred and dirty little lies
Been written off the books and into
decent men's eyes