Lyric

A girl prays in the old church on Sundays

Her silhouette like an angel carved in morning light

Quietly washing the stains from this weary world

With words too soft for the city noise outside

While the modern world keeps tearing purity apart

She holds a fragile flame inside her heart

I stay close to her pure and unbroken light

Even as the days grow colder and the sky turns night

I want to carry her prayer deep inside my chest

Before this noisy world steals away her breath

A girl prays on a wooden bench in the park on Sundays

Her voice a fragile thread against the concrete roar

Trying to heal what this corrupted age has torn

Offering grace to a world that asks for more

Even if tomorrow brings the end of all we know

Her gentle faith still gives me strength to go

I stay close to her pure and unbroken light

Even as the days grow colder and the sky turns night

I want to carry her prayer deep inside my chest

Before this noisy world steals away her breath

Let me become the echo of her silent song

Let her purity become the place where I belong

If angels walk among the broken and the lost

Then she’s the proof that hope was never gone

I stay close to her pure and unbroken light

Even when the whole world loses its fight

I’ll hold her prayer like a lantern in the storm

And learn to pray… on Sundays… and every dawn