the birds they sang at the break of day
start again i heard them say
dont dwell on what has passed away
or what is yet to be.
ah the wars they will be fought again
the holy dove
she will be caught again
bought and sold and bought again
the dove she is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget about your perfect offering
There is a a crack in everything
Thats how the light gets in.
anthem by -Leonard Cohen
