Take these shoes, click clacking down some dead end streetTake these shoes and make them fitTake this shirt, polyester white trash made in nowhereTake this shirt and make it cleanTake this soul stranded in some skin and bonesTake this soul and make it sing
Yahweh, YahwehAlways pain before a child is bornYahweh, YahwehStill I'm waiting for the dawn
Take these hands, teach them what to carryTake these hands, don't make a fistTake this mouth so quick to criticiseTake this mouth, give it a kiss
Yahweh, YahwehAlways pain before a child is bornYahewh, YahwehStill I'm waiting for the dawn
Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming upThe sun is coming up on the oceanThis love is like a drop in the ocean
Yahweh, YahwehAlways pain before a child is bornYahweh, tell me nowWhy the dark before the dawn?
Take this city, a city should be shining on a hillTake this city if it be your willWhat no man can own, no man can takeTake this heart and make it break