I know for sure his heart is here with me Though I wish him back, I know he cannot see My hands trembling, I know he hears me sing
I light this candle and watch it throw Tears on my pillow And if there is a Christ, he'll come tonight To pray for Spanish eyes And if I have nothing left to show Tears on my pillow What kind of life is this if God exists Then help me pray for Spanish eyes
He had to fight like all the rest In the barrio all the streets are paved with fear I don't understand; at least he was a man
How many lives will they have to take? How much heartache? How many suns will they have to burn? Spanish eyes When will they ever learn?
You were not the Maravilla in our minds We were proud to fight but we cannot win this blind Stand your guns against the wall Who's next in line to fall
Tus lagrimas de tristeza No me dejan olvidarte Your tears of sadness Will not let me forget you
