Albertine
by Brooke Fraser
I am sitting still, I think of Angelique
Her mother's voice over me
And the bullets in the wall where it fell silent
And on a thousandth hill, I think of Albertine
There in her eyes what I don't see with my own
Rwanda
Now that I have seen, I am responsible
Faith without deeds is dead
Now that I have held you in my own arms, I will not let go till you are
I am on a plane, across a distant sea
But I carry you in me
And the dust on, the dust on, the dust on my feet
I will tell the world, I will tell them where I have been
I will tell the world
I will tell them Albertine
I am on a stage, a thousand eyes on me
I will tell them Albertine
I will tell them Albertine
4 comments:
I do not get that at all.
That's too bad. The song was written just after the author had gotten home from a missions trip to Rwanda. Get it? I just got back from a missions trip to Mexico.
that's a beautiful, touching, thought-provoking song.
I kind of get it now.
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