text: On the road to Basra stood young Lieutenant Jimmy Bly
  Detailed to go through the clothes of the soldiers who died
  Well, at night he dreams he sees their souls rise
  Like dark geese into the Oklahoma sky
  This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
  Those whove gone, left their babies brokenhearted
  This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
  Raphael Rodriguez was just seven years old
  Shot down in a schoolyard by some East Compton Cholo
  His mamma cries, My beautiful boy is dead
  In the hills the self-made men just sigh and shake their heads
  This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
  Those whove gone, left their babies brokenhearted
  Young lives over before they got started
  This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
  Well, tonight as I tuck my own son in bed
  All I can think of is what if it wouldve been him instead
  Want to build a wall so high nothing can burn it down
  Right here on my own piece of dirty ground
  Well, I ply my trade in the land of king dollar
  Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor
  Where all the hatred and dirty little lies
  Well, theyre written off the books and into decent mens eyes