[Verse] Concrete dreams in a broken light, She’s kneeling where the city fights. Bus stop clock won’t slow its breath, Her name’s the only thing left. Fingers tight on a worn-out prayer, Heart a drum in the cold air. Mama’s prayer, not for grace, But for strength to face the race. [Pre-Chorus] No saints in these streets, no wings in the sky, Just steel in her soul and a storm in her eye. She won’t ask for mercy—she’ll take her due, Every broken road is the road she’ll break through. [Chorus] Prayin’ on the edge of a broken line, Last bus comin’—she’ll ride it or die. No angel’s hand, no god in the crowd, She’s the fire in the shadow, the sound that’s allowed. Prayin’ on the edge, prayin’ in the fight, She’ll walk through the night with no lights—just right. [Verse] Rain cuts sharp on her battered coat, Eyes like coals, no room for doubt. The world said run, she said stay, Now she’s waiting for the dawn to decay. Her voice a blade when she speaks her name, No prayer for peace—only flame. This is no church, no hymn, no tune, She’s the thunder, she’s the moon. [Pre-Chorus] No saints in these streets, no wings in the sky, Just steel in her soul and a storm in her eye. She won’t ask for mercy—she’ll take her due, Every broken road is the road she’ll break through. [Chorus] Prayin’ on the edge of a broken line, Last bus comin’—she’ll ride it or die. No angel’s hand, no god in the crowd, She’s the fire in the shadow, the sound that’s allowed. Prayin’ on the edge, prayin’ in the fight, She’ll walk through the night with no lights—just right. [Bridge] You think faith’s a whisper? She’s a war drum in the sky. When hope’s gone, she’s got the fight— No surrender, no goodbye. This ain’t prayer, it’s a war cry, Felt through every scar in the sky. The last bus ain’t coming? She’ll be the one to ride. [Chorus] Prayin’ on the edge of a broken line, Last bus comin’—she’ll ride it or die. No angel’s hand, no god in the crowd, She’s the fire in the shadow, the sound that’s allowed. Prayin’ on the edge, prayin’ in the fight, She’ll walk through the night with no lights—just right. [Outro] No saints in these streets… Just the echo of her name— Last bus comin’… She’s already gone.