Something Beautiful

 

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For you and from you

To show you

To show you

I adore you

Oh you

And your journey

Towards me

Which I see

And I see

All you push through

Mad for you

And because of you

I couldn't thank you in ten thousand years

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears

Ah, but you know the soul

And you know what makes it gold

You give life through blood

Blood, blood

Blood, blood

Oh, blood, blood

Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you

'Cause I promised that's what I'd do for you

With the Bible, I stole

I know you forgave my soul because

Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve

And I think we're agreed

That it should have been free

And you sang to me

They dress the wounds of my poor people

As though they're nothing

Saying, "Peace, peace"

When there's no peace

They dress the wounds of my poor people

As though they're nothing

Saying, "Peace, peace, peace"

When there's no peace

Days without number

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid her ornaments?

Yet, my people forgotten me

Days without number

Days without number

And in their want

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?