Turn of the Century (N.Thomas/K.Perkins/C.Stipetic) I made a prayer at the turn of the century, Worldwide ceasefire and an end to the bickering We're wasting precious, half-spent lives, Over territories, historical glories When no-one is here long enough To have the right to claim it as their own     So here's a chance for a new beginning,     Grasp it with both hands,     Turn the tide on our greatest failings,     Don't let your faith slip through this like white sand, I bought a prayer at the turn of the century, And I want out of this consumer society, We're wasting precious, half-spent lives, While our stocks of grain are stacked so high, Half the world is suffering, Slowly starving where their bodies lie, [more]