god loves a lullaby
in a mother’s tears at night
better than a hallelujah sometimes
god loves the drunkard’s cry
the soldier’s plea not to let him die
better than a hallelujah sometimes
we pour out our miseries
god just hears a melody
beautiful, the mess we are
the honest cries of breaking hearts
are better than a hallelujah
the woman holding on for life
the dying man giving up the fight
are better than a hallelujah sometimes
the tears of shame for what’s been done
the silence when the words won’t come
are better than a hallelujah sometimes
we pour out our miseries
god just hears a melody
beautiful the mess we are
the honest cries of breaking hearts
are better than a hallelujah
better than a church bell ringing
better than a choir singing out, singing out
we pour out out miseries
god just hears a melody
beautiful, the mess we are
the honest cries of breaking hearts
are better than a hallelujah
Freeda
How true…
Nice one 🙂