The sisters worked for the people round them

Their Spanish lace wove some bread for the poor

And they cared and tried but were worn with

Their fears and the years of heartbreak



Dust and wine stained the men who knew them

The sweat of days in the angry sun

And the men were weak, and they cried

And they asked, "Sisters, make us holy."



The sisters prayed, "Give us hope for something."

The men asked, "Where is your God today?"

And the empty eyes as the sisters prayed held

Their thoughts unspoken



There was nothing they could do

Earth was dust for miles around

Nothing new survived

Everything was barren on the land

And the truth they tried to understand just died



Everything was barren on the land

And the truth they tried to understand just died