...your heart once open,
now pierced and broken,
needing hope, to rise again..
now pierced and broken,
needing hope, to rise again..
..it's time to know my place,
and shut up.
and shut up.
The old broken melody, blowing through the trees of Eden.
They say the heart of man is too far gone to save... yet in the quaint humdums of the neighbourhood, in the midst of gains and losses, joys and heartaches, pleasure and pain, friends and foes, battles lost and won, you can just hear that quiet whisper, of an amazing grace....upon this unworthy life.