Prayer for a dying father

The prayers of a dying father,

Do not spill blood in my name,

Do not be for things you do not understand,

Do not be for things you do not believe,

Ask what you do not know,

Speak, of what is necessary,

Respect others and their understanding,

Live life, as it is designed for you,

Eat of what is permissible,

Share the fruits of your labour,

Be mindful of what you say,

Be mindful of what you do, 

Love for your brother what you love for yourself,

Of the women in this world, cherish them,

Of the men of this world, cherish them,

Of the children of this world, guide and protect them,

Do not be poisoned by fear,

Do not be poisoned by greed,

Do not be poisoned by wealth,

Be mindful of what you do,

For hate, give love in return,

And when your humanity is tested, be a man patience,

Be the one that loves,

Be the one that guides,

Be the one that protects, 

My son,

Do not be of those who spill blood.

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Текст песни “David Coverdale ft. Jimmy Page – Whisper A Prayer For The Dying”

I hear the sound of distant thunder, echo all around, I see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground, I see the fathers’ sons and daughters, I hear the mothers crying, Nothing left for me to do, but, whisper a prayer for the dying. Oh, a prayer for the dying. The suffocating heat of jungles, and burning desert sands, Where everything reminds you, you’re a stranger in a strange land. The soothing words of politicians, those bodyguards of lies, While guardian angels waste their time and every mother cries. Oh, a prayer for the dying, dying, dying. Machine gun, battle cry, you pray to God when the bullets fly, The bombs fall like black rain, an’ all your dreams take you home again, Nothing but bad dreams. You can’t read, you can’t write, You’re so scared, you can’t sleep at night You try to carry the heavy load, Walking down Armageddon road. Oh, Armageddon road. I hear the sound of distant thunder, echo all around, I see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground, I see the fathers’ sons and daughters, I hear the mothers crying, Nothing left for me to do, but, whisper a prayer for the dying. Oh, a prayer for the dying, dying. Oh, a prayer for the dying, baby, baby. Oh, a prayer for the dying, dying, Whisper a prayer for the dying. You can’t run, you can’t hide, You can’t show what you feel inside. You’re going crazy, going insane, You know you’ll never be the same again, no, no. Whisper a prayer for the dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, no, no. Armageddon road, Armageddon road, I’m walking down Armageddon road.

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