Hart Island
One more world-weary soul drifts past his eyes
Thick with sleep and lonely tears that he cried
No more will his gaze catch the sights to be found
Aah to ash, dust to dust
Six feet under Hart Island ground
His soul cries, "Why did you leave me so alone and so afraid?
All I ever asked of you was to be saved
From the life of a drifter"
A leaf blown in the wind
A soul in need of healing
Chance of salvation wearing thin
One more subway stop to rest her head
Fighting sleep, eyelids feel just like lead
Fled from cruel hands, to a crueller fate that she found
No love to chase, just cold embrace
Six feet under Hart Island ground
And her soul cries, "Why did you leave me so alone and so afraid?
All I ever asked of you was to be saved
From the life of a drifter", a leaf blown in the wind
A soul in need of healing, chance of salvation wearing thin
One more restless soul stuck in between
We are the ranks of nameless shadows starved of dreams
We stand, a silent monument to peace never found
Live alone, die alone
Finding home on Hart Island ground
Our souls cry, "Why did you leave us so alone and so afraid?
All we ever asked of you was to be saved
From the life of a drifter", a leaf blown in the wind.
Our souls in need of healing, chance of salvation wearing thin.
Thick with sleep and lonely tears that he cried
No more will his gaze catch the sights to be found
Aah to ash, dust to dust
Six feet under Hart Island ground
His soul cries, "Why did you leave me so alone and so afraid?
All I ever asked of you was to be saved
From the life of a drifter"
A leaf blown in the wind
A soul in need of healing
Chance of salvation wearing thin
One more subway stop to rest her head
Fighting sleep, eyelids feel just like lead
Fled from cruel hands, to a crueller fate that she found
No love to chase, just cold embrace
Six feet under Hart Island ground
And her soul cries, "Why did you leave me so alone and so afraid?
All I ever asked of you was to be saved
From the life of a drifter", a leaf blown in the wind
A soul in need of healing, chance of salvation wearing thin
One more restless soul stuck in between
We are the ranks of nameless shadows starved of dreams
We stand, a silent monument to peace never found
Live alone, die alone
Finding home on Hart Island ground
Our souls cry, "Why did you leave us so alone and so afraid?
All we ever asked of you was to be saved
From the life of a drifter", a leaf blown in the wind.
Our souls in need of healing, chance of salvation wearing thin.
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Armstrong, Martin Fowler, Kerr Tamsyn, Harrison Anna, Hughes Lucas, Fowler Martin
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