Light My Way

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!

Come on, rise up!

— My City of Ruins, Bruce Springsteen

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