is there a balm in gilead to heal our putrid woes?
a salve, a soup to cure our ills and serve where'er it goes.
on the hill of testimony, pasts have been laid bare
to prove to one another we can make it, we've been there.
together we will come to find our stance upon ourselves
together, we can make it through the twenty-fours and twelves.
we'll make it through, we'll find our way, get to a lovely place.
we'll leave this putrid, past-filled town, hold hands,
and find the grace.