Red

She waits by the window watching for the headlights
She hasn’t heard from him in days
He made his bed at the bottom of a rolling river
His son would only know his name
It is a broken world
Tears fall from the preacher standing at the altar
Because he knows he’s lost his faith
Last beat for the heart of an alcoholic
Because he would not change his ways
And as the fire grows weak in the woman that sells her body
She wonders where she lost control
Empty are the hands of a starving child
His skin reveals his tiny bones
It is a broken world
So let it crumble at the breath of the king
Take the hand of the one who’s suffering
Burn as bright as the stars
There is hope, and it burns within us all
So burn
In the sickness, in the hopeless, in the dying, there is hope
So burn