Cracks on the canvas, broken bridges, shattered streets, and bleeding buildings,
Tell me, my sweet Lord, can you bring us together again?
Can you sing us an excellent new song to heal the pain?
Heavy hands, saddened smiles, hard hits, burning barns, and these fiery fields,
Tell me, my dear Beauty, can you reweave this clothe?
Can you retrieve for the forlorn hearty, healthy growth?
Acid in the alleyways, dirty depots, slumping shacks, an eviscerated economy,
Tell me, my Soul Lover, can you fill us again with love?
Can you pull us together again in bonds from far above?