Something Beautiful

I wanna makeSomething beautifulFor you and from youTo show youTo show youI adore youOh youAnd your journeyToward meWhich I seeAnd I seeAll you push throughMad for youAnd because of youI couldn't thank you in ten thousand yearsIf I cried ten thousand rivers of tearsAh but you know the soulAnd you know what makes it goldYou who give life through bloodBlood, blood, blood...Oh I wanna make somethingSo lovely for you'Cause I promised that's what i'd do for youWith the bible I stoleI know you forgave my soulBecause such was my needOn a chronic christmas eveAnd I think we're agreed that itShould have been freeAnd you sang to meThey dress the wounds of my poor peopleAs though they're nothingSaying "peace"When there's no peaceThey dress the wounds of my poor peopleAs though they're nothingSaying "peace"When there's no peaceDays without numberDays without numberNow can a bride forget her jewelsOr a maid her ornamentsYet my people forgotten meDays without numberDays without numberAnd in their wantOh in there wantAnd in their wantWho'll dress their woundsWho'll dress their wounds