note: saint mary street is where i live. It's a reference to my street, not jesus's mother. i do love jesus's, though.

i have been broken
more than i can explain
but there is a part awoken
by feeling this pain

a part that is full of longing
and in a constant search
for what is the purpose of belonging
that has been in my heart since birth

there is a purpose i cannot explain
i only find it when i walk out
and get washed in the rain
and simply walk about

it is a simple peace
that is sweeter than life
i experience a full release
and my heart rests without any strife

this is why i love summer nights
when i can wander without constrains
under saint mary's street lights
being washed in the summer rain.