Bruce Springsteen - My City of Ruins

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)
Yeah, 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), alright (with these hands)
I pray for the strength, Lord (with these hands), come on, 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