My City Of Ruins - Bruce Springsteen

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

While 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 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

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 come on

With these hands

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