You look kinda like Jesus

In those Italian paintings

You seem so familiar - maybe that's why

You're accustomed to sorrow

It's part of your make-up

You speak the language of hunger

So do I

Where was your God?

Where was your mother?

Where is the honor in hurting a child?

Your blood on his hands

A voice like thunder

You won't give him the pleasure of seeing you cry

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Alabama boy inside a man

Living your life the best that you can

With a childhood full of not enough

You could've chose hate but you chose love

When you're in the room

It's there on your face

So clear to me that you're walking in Grace

I'm always amazed at the things that you do

You illuminate me

And those around you

And I don't even know you

But I've know you forever

We were forged by some holy fire

Far away eyes

Filled with sadness and joy

Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy

There's a raft on the river

It's sacred water

Sparkling beneath a southern sky

Little Boy Blue

Part Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer

Floating away with a dream in your eye