Oh and where did I come across it? Of all places- an episode of Lost.
Battered and torn, still I can see the light
Tattered and worn, but I must kneel down to fight
Friend of mine, what can't you spare?
I know some times, it gets cold in there
When my legs no longer carry
And the warm wind chills my bones
I reach for Mother Mary
And I shall not walk alone
Hope is alive, while we're apart
Only tears speak for my heart
Break the chains that hold us down
And we shall be, forever bound
When I'm tired and weary
And a long way from home
I reach for Mother Mary
And I shall not walk alone
I shall not walk alone
Beauty that we left behind
How shall we tomorrow find?
Set aside our weight in sin
So that we can live again
When my legs no longer carry
And the warm wind chills my bones
I reach for Mother Mary
And I shall not walk alone
I shall not walk alone
2 comments:
Tom, I really enjoyed that, it's very emotional and it is a modern version of the old Negro spirituals- which I love. Remember "Nobody knows the trouble I'm in"? One of the greats.
I really like it!
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