A. Bouchard - D. Roter - )



There was no light, shining through the window

As Margaret lie in bed

She was wearing her cotton pajamas

A crucifix above her head



She awoke from a dream

Her eyes were open

Her lips were moving in the dark



Speak to me in many voices

Make them all sound like one

Let me see your sacred mysteries

Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue



She put her hands upon her breasts

And they were small and hard and young

And everywhere she touched, she felt the fire

Waiting for the answer that must surely come



Is this the way to love?

Or is this just the way to die?



Speak to me in many voices

Make them all sound like one

Let me see your sacred mysteries

Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue



And then she took her father's razor

And watched it cut into her palm

She put her hand up to her mouth

To taste the blood so holy and warm



She got up in the morning

Put on her dress, and patent leather shoes

Ate her cereal, and kissed her mother

And caught the bus, and went to school..



Speak to me in many voices

Make them all sound like one

Let me see your sacred mysteries

Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue



Reveal to me, reveal to me

Reveal to me, reveal to me

Reveal to me! Reveal to me!!

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