Dressing up the city in the
Colours of the rain
Staking everything we've got in
A wicked kind of game
Feeling not invincible in
Body and mind
We do need to know your name
Father of our times
As the meaning
Of our lives is still unsaid
We keep calling out your name
I try to make you real
Hear my desperate calling I
Father of love
I stand right in the middle
Of my own journey
Maker of the universe
Lies and illusions are
Seizing our days
Everything seems so unfair and
Anger blinds our faith
Purity and innocence are
Not part of our times
Please forgive us for our sins
Creator of mankind
Waiting for the day you
Will come again
We keep praying for your help
I try to make you real
Hear my desperate calling
Father of love
I pray to receive a sign of your
Existence
Maker of the universe