No, no more sugar left
No more soap to clean my hands with
No songs left for the choir
Oh, no more stitches for the dress
No more bread here left to bless
I raise my hands to reach the sky
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh, blow
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the blood, oh, flow
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh, blow
No, no more firewood
No sweep to brush away the mud
That's stuck upon my shoes
Oh, no birds that are flocking around my feet
No pockets full of grain and crumbs of wheat
No cake that's soft and sweet
No, no more shimmering stars
No more strings upon on my guitar
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh, blow
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the blood, oh, flow
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh, blow
Oh, no birds that are flocking around my feet
No pockets full of grain and crumbs of wheat
No cake that's soft and sweet
Oh, no birds that are flocking around my feet
No pockets full of grain and crumbs of wheat
No cake that's soft and sweet
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the wind, oh, blow
So I left my fading life
I left my house with an open door
Left it like an open sore
I couldn't stop the blood, oh, flow...
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