Helen
Monitors, formulas, gases, telemetry
Poetry in motion, harmony and dressing
Liturgy and blood work, ritual and guidance
I put on my brave face for your good blessing
I give my heart to those who are broken
And my all to those in need
They look to me for sanctity as I ask myself
Why do I feel so empty?
In this house of promise oh, promise!
All my life I’ve been trying so hard
To serve here at Gaylord’s side
I’ve struggled and sacrificed
Leaving behind my beautiful song
I firmly believe in the power of science
In the healing of this hospithedral
Yet every night I lay alone and cry
I’m desperate to finally belong
Finally sing my song
I give my heart to those who are broken
And my all to those in need
They look to me for sanctity as I ask myself
Why do I feel so empty?
In this house of promise oh, promise!
Where’s my promised communion?
Where’s my promised communion?
I know my song is out there somewhere
My promised communion!