|
[ti:] |
|
[ar:] |
|
[al:] |
[00:17.09] |
Sunday morning, Birmingham, quiet in the church |
[00:24.66] |
Bombs were planted, House of God, children's blood on the cross |
[00:31.84] |
And your daughter, she was one, angel without wings |
[00:39.27] |
How could anyone forgive those who do such things |
[00:46.76] |
And when I sing Amazing Grace, your face is what I see |
[01:01.41] |
I hope someday that kind of grace will find its way through me |
[01:29.13] |
Tuesday afternoon...Jonesboro, fire alarm at school |
[01:36.61] |
Everyone goes rushing out into bloody pools |
[01:44.19] |
Thirteen and eleven years old, playing grown-up games |
[01:51.83] |
Mimicking what they’d been taught, now we’ll never be the same |
[01:59.09] |
Every year they’re younger now, drugs and knives and guns |
[02:06.78] |
Barely old enough to know the depth of what they’ve done |
[02:13.89] |
Taken off to juvenile hall, Sheriff shakes his head |
[02:22.08] |
A teacher tried to block the shots, gave her life instead |
[02:29.74] |
When I sing Amazing Grace her face is what I see |
[02:44.19] |
I hope some day that kind of grace will find it’s way through me |
[03:16.29] |
Wednesday evening, Wyoming, started in a bar |
[03:23.74] |
Ended on a wooden fence, dragged off in a car |
[03:31.13] |
Second Friday funeral, countless gathered round |
[03:38.98] |
Some were there to mourn the loss, others there to confound |
[03:46.78] |
Some were there to cry the tears born of grief and rage |
[03:54.48] |
Others carried signs that said "A Cure for Fags is Aids" |
[04:05.74] |
Matthew Shepard lost his life, his parents lost their son |
[04:13.21] |
Now he brings a cause to light, reluctant martyrdom |
[04:21.17] |
When I sing Amazing Grace his face is what I see |
[04:35.89] |
I hope some day some kind of grace will find it’s way through me |
[04:54.40] |
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound |
[05:01.45] |
That saved a wretch like me |
[05:09.17] |
I once was lost, but now I'm found |
[05:17.26] |
Was blind, but now I see" |