Bring Him Home - Live

God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there

He is young
He's afraid

Let him rest
Heaven blessed

Bring him home
Bring him home

Bring him home

He's like the son I might have known

If God had granted me a son
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
And will be gone

Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy

You can take
You can give
Let him be
Let him live

If I die, let me die
Let him live, bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home

The people have not stirred
We are abandoned by those
Who still live in fear

The people have not heard
Yet we will not abandon those
Who cannot hear

Let us not waste lives
Let all the women and fathers of children
Go from here