I'm always praying, looking, seeking
Always needing to find you
In each car which passes by
In every home, behind each tree
Within each whimper I softly sigh
within a stranger, within me
I'm always praying, begging, pleading
Always wanting to hold you
In the middle of the night
When I'm lost, filled with fear
In the gentle morning light
When joy hangs upon a tear
I'm always praying, falling, crying
Always hoping to see you
In each father who passes by
In each young child whom I see
Within each tear I softly cry
Within a stranger, within me
In each car which passes by
In every home, behind each tree
Within each whimper I softly sigh
within a stranger, within me
I'm always praying, begging, pleading
Always wanting to hold you
In the middle of the night
When I'm lost, filled with fear
In the gentle morning light
When joy hangs upon a tear
I'm always praying, falling, crying
Always hoping to see you
In each father who passes by
In each young child whom I see
Within each tear I softly cry
Within a stranger, within me
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