Notre Dame

I was feeling guilty

I didn’t want to pray

But why should I feel guilty

It wasn’t our way

To sit on sacred wood

And kneel before a man

Singing songs of a god

We never had

My anger is burning like

The spire of Notre Dame

They have money for those ashes

Thoughts and prayers for our pain

I was feeling shameful

I didn’t want say

But why should I feel shameful?

It wasn’t our way

To confess before a man

Who hides behind a veil

Who can do nothing wrong

By his holy scale.

My anger is burning like

The spire of Notre Dame

They have money for those ashes

Thoughts and prayers for our pain

I was feeling guilty

For what, I couldn’t say

As long as I feel guilty

I’m living their way

To sit on sacred wood

Stolen from a land

Consecrated long before

Christianity began

My anger is burning like

The spire of Notre Dame

They have money for those ashes

Thoughts and prayers for our pain

My anger is burning like

The spire of Notre Dame

They have money for those ashes

Thoughts and prayers for our pain