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