My City Of Ruins — Bruce 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!

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

I pray lord

With these hands

For the strength lord

With these hands

For the faith lord

With these hands

I pray lord

With these hands

For the strength lord

With these hands

For the faith lord

With these hands

Come on rise up!

Come on rise up!

Rise up