About a man who despite spending his life around “religion”, unfortunately gets to the end of his years and still misses the entire point.
Growing up in the middle of nowhere.
All those years with my faith misplaced.
She’s all alone, had her hands so full.
With no time to think of our sons.
Holy sister, will you please help me?
Holy sister, will you pray for me?
Holy sister, will you stay with me?
Holy sister, will you stay until the end?
She tried so hard not to let us down.
All by herself, there was no man around.
She gave us food, shelter, security.
But she could not see, that our souls were in need.
Holy sister, can you justify me?
Holy sister, can you sanctify me?
Holy sister, can you please save me?
Can you save me from the end?
All grown up, it was mine to choose.
Wise of the world and it was mine to lose.
Now and then, I’d have a fleeting thought.
It was too late cause my soul was already bought.
Holy sister, can you forgive me?
Holy sister, can you accept me?
Holy sister, can you take my hand?
Usher me into the promised land?
Years all gone, I’m lying still at last.
Tomorrow’s here and all my life has passed.
Through this fog, I can see so clear.
That my help is so near.
Holy sister, hold you close to me?
Holy sister, can you pray with me?
Holy sister, that he forgives me?
Holy sister, that he sets me free?