Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Credits

Written by Madonna and Patrick Leonard

Produced by Madonna and Patrick Leonard

Album

Like A Prayer

Song

With La Isla Bonita Madonna had already shown her fascination for the Spanish-Latin culture. In this huntingly beautiful ballad Madonna is searching for strength, singing about Spanish eyes.

Notice that the album cover and the disc mention the song as titled 'Spanish Eyes', while the booklet lists 'Pray For Spanish Eyes'.