Sight Like December - St. Francis | Текст песни

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• St. Francis

there was a summer of my
childhood that burned so pure
it turned to ash i woke every
morning and i'd walk to daily
mass our rosaries clicked
softly as we hailed our mother
from the streets our voices
sad archaic and incomplete
remember all those times frank
we spent sitting on your porch
our exacto knife carving kits
the commitment that we forged
the crucifix we made with a
crown of thorns and everything
small cuts that were made if
you'd fade and drift away but
those scars on our hands our
living wounds of christ such a
small price to pay i
remember when it occurred to
me that i had no faith at all
we were sitting on your porch
one night watching all the
stars your eyes turned clear
and wet like poetry as you
whispered in the cold you said
steve can you feel that that
is god's love and it is
beautiful he loves you so much
and the tears came to your
eyes and no frank i didn't cry
because i didn't feel anything
at all but we prayed
hail holy queen mother of
mercy our life our sweetness
and our hope to thee we do cry
poor banished children of eve
we do cry sending up our sighs
mourning and weeping in this,
this valley of tears hail mary
mother of mercy our life our
sweetness and our hope to thee
we do cry poor banished
children of eve we do cry
sending our sighs mourning
and weeping in this, this
valley of tears
hail mary full of lies

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