He plays for the world, he prays for the world



With the bow of his soul
And the emotion he withholds
He plays for the world
He prays for the world
With a flick from his wrist
He plays for the fist:
The abuse of power
In which man devours
The melody trembles
As people start to assemble
To listen to this man play his soul
And to hear the freedom his harmony withholds
With the buzz from his strings
He plays for wings:
The freedom and peace
In which the war released
The people are intrigued
To hear him play out for sympathy
His tears drip, drop down his face
As he plays for the human race:
The mess this world has found themselves in
The pain we endure deep within
The melody slows to subtle song
He wants to end his song off strong
So now the mans soul has come undone
He plays his violin for the sun:
For a new beginning for our generation
More people gather to hear his sensation
So now with his harmony of hidden word
He hopes that his prayer song will soon be heard