Pray, pray, and pray, yeah, pray
Why did you pray? You are a fool who pray
Where your eyes have never met your God?
Why pray? You never meet God yet think you are good
No! You cannot fool me you cannot, I am not a fool
I pray because my hands in prayer, love our Creator
Our Creator? No, how could you say our Creator?
Not all of us can say, our Creator, yeah, what is the name?
Yeah, your God’s name, yeah, I sought to know what God’s name
Because the world is too much for people to unite at all once
I pray because my hands in prayer love the Miracle Creator
I love when my hands hold together, praying gracefully
The Miracle Creator?
When you go out and see the world how they pray
They pray with their hearts, perhaps, with their souls
Do not you think it is wonderful to have the faith
Within every soul? As long as we are peaceful
And keep praying the gratitude to the Almighty
Your choice, but He shall hear my prayer
How can you be known?
That’s why my hands are known to pray
With all my mind, with all my heart, and with all my soul
I pray, pray, and pray, because my hands in prayer
Would love the Miracle uprising
Against the disorder of the world!
© Ismael Mansoor