The tears that he cried fill a river of woes
Carrying barges and ships of his greatest regrets
His ebb and his flow that could never stay
Castles in the sand, in his hand washed away
Alleluia, Alleluia
His stone Angels are smiling out to the Sea
They whisper the answers that he cannot hear
A scripture so sacred that he cannot touch
He wakes in his sleep cause he needs it so much
Alleluia, Alleluia
Cobblestone streets underfeet lead him near
Lead him far from the princess of his past
Churchbells are ringing awaken his soul
He climbs to the rainbows in windows below
Alleluia, Alleluia
Candles and wishes petitions and prayers
As she kneels on the altar of faith
She prays to her Mary and his Saints of Bon Secours
A miracle of love as he opens the door
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia
By Leesa M Kaczmarzyk
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