Track byBruce Springsteen
Theres a blood red circle On the cold dark ground And the rain is falling down The church doors blown open I can hear the organs song But the congregations gone My city of ruins My city of ruins Now the sweet veils of mercy Drift through the evening trees Young men on the corner Like scattered leaves The boarded up windows The hustlers and thieves While my brothers 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 theres tears on the pillow Darling where we slept And you took my heart when you left Without your sweet kiss My soul is lost my friend Now tell me how do I begin again My citys in ruins My citys 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 pray For the faith lord With these hands With these hands I pray for your love lord With these hands With these hands I pray For the strength lord With these hands With these hands I pray for your love lord With these hands With these hands pray For the faith lord With these hands With these hands I pray For the strength lord With these hands With these hands 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