[Verse]
Strings hum ancient tales, grazing firelight glow,
Echoes carving pews where old-time winds blow.
Candles bleed in blue; wax tears run slow,
Drifting back to places no other strings know.
[Chorus]
Violins crying under skies baptized in blue,
Runes etched by time, Shiloh ringing true.
Souls framed in fire, beats hollow yet whole,
Gospel strung deep—a hymn through the soul.
[Verse 2]
The bridge arcs high, a staff drawn in stars,
Sleepless fingers plucking all of life’s scars.
Moaning strings twist around spars of fate,
Chasing dawn's light through a sanctuary gate.
[Bridge]
Pull that bow slow, let the reverence breathe,
Grain of the wood—a temple for belief.
Dust whispers tales, where house vibes collide,
Layers stroking roots, in scripture it abides.
[Chorus]
Violins crying under skies baptized in blue,
Runes etched by time, Shiloh ringing true.
Souls framed in fire, beats hollow yet whole,
Gospel strung deep—a hymn through the soul.
[Verse 3]
Moon waxes thin; rivers churn solemn streams,
Hearts throb chords from heavenly dreams.
Cymbal sweats echoes dripping in time,
Fingers spin prayers up that gospel climb.