A blood red circle is upon the cold, dark ground. Black clouds spill their darkness down into the mud. A silent organ plays nothing through the open doors of the church with a congregation that is gone. This is my city of ruins.
The sweetness of mercy drift like bells through the evening trees. My youth is scattered like the autumn leaves. Windows are boarded up and the empty streets remain with no name. My brother left me down on my knees.
The moist tears lay on the pillow where he held our love other untill it slept. She leaves with my heart whenever she leaves the room. The lost soul searches for meaning once found in a kiss. It knows not where to begin? Give me strength, dear Lord, for I have none. Give me love, Lord.
Come with me, rise up.
