This is a prayer
For our fallen
Brothers and Sisters
There's a blood red
Circle
On the cold
Dark ground
And the rain is
Falling down
The Church door's
Thrown open
I can hear the
Organ's song
But the
Congregation's gone
My City of ruins
My City of ruins
Now the sweet bells
Of Mercy
Drift through the
Evening trees
Young men
On the corner
Like scattered leaves
The boarded up!
Windows
The empty streets
And my Brother's
Down on his knees
My City of ruins
My City of ruins
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Now's there's tears
On the pillow
Darlin' where
We slept
And you took
My heart
When you left
Without your
Sweet kiss
My soul is lost
My friend
Tell me how do I
Begin again?
My City's in ruins
My City's in ruins
Now with these
Hands
With these hands
With these hands
With these hands
I pray Lord
With these hands
With these hands
I pray for the
Strength, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
I pray for the
Faith, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
We pray for
Your love, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
We pray for
The lost, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
We pray for
This world, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
We pray for
The strength, Lord
With these hands
With these hands
We pray for
The strength, Lord
With these hands
Come on
Come on
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!