They called your truth a crime,
Left you lonely in that cold stone cell
Yeah, they called your truth a crime,
Left you lonely in that cold stone cell
But a soul that blooms in beauty,
Even chains can never ever quell
No one saw your gentle fire,
No one heard your broken plea
No one read the soul you hid, your quiet fire and grief
But you turned pain into art, set the whole wide world free
Praise, Praise a new religion We believe in art
The world is built on lies
Only you can save my heart
Sing on, young lonely poet,
Though the night is long and wild
Dance on, young lonely poet, to the rhythm running wild
From your blues will grow the flowers, beauty born from exile
Praise, Praise a new religion We believe in art
The world is built on lies
Only you can save my heart
Left you lonely in that cold stone cell
Yeah, they called your truth a crime,
Left you lonely in that cold stone cell
But a soul that blooms in beauty,
Even chains can never ever quell
No one saw your gentle fire,
No one heard your broken plea
No one read the soul you hid, your quiet fire and grief
But you turned pain into art, set the whole wide world free
Praise, Praise a new religion We believe in art
The world is built on lies
Only you can save my heart
Sing on, young lonely poet,
Though the night is long and wild
Dance on, young lonely poet, to the rhythm running wild
From your blues will grow the flowers, beauty born from exile
Praise, Praise a new religion We believe in art
The world is built on lies
Only you can save my heart