Karaoké My City of Ruins Bruce Springsteen

This is a prayer for our fallen brothers and sisters

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

And 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 darling 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

I pray for the strength Lord

I pray for the faith Lord

We pray for your love Lord

We pray for the lost Lord

We pray for this world Lord

We pray for the strength Lord

We pray for the strength Lord

Come on come on 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