Johnny Red & the Prayerhouse People - Noor's Song to the Sea

Her two daughters drowned when she crossed the ocean
On a pitch dark night she let them go
There was no strength left, no breath left
No more prayers to pray, none to curse

In the morning her feet touched solid ground
She stood to dry for a while in that golden sun
There was a bird that chirped and woke her
Then she moved
Every movement strained, every movement forced

She found a room and a job
Tending bar at Rumi's Inn
She stayed inside when the streets were bustling with life
And full of strangers' eyes

But when the drunkards returned home late at night
She'd go down to the beach to hear the sound
Of the waves breaking on the rocks
Telling tales of hope and tales of light

And nothing's gonna take away my pride
I'll be here among those sharp rocks tonight
Nothing's gonna take away my pride
I'll be here in the morning, I'll be here still
I'll be here among those sharp rocks tonight

Written by:
John Gravdal

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