Tu costado sigue abierto

Your side still open, as the world turns
and a child's voice cries, as the seconds and hours pass by...
And a spaceship explores Mars and the third world dies
and the planet heats up,
and in the corner a homeless man dies while he sleeps...
...and your side remains open, and your blood is flowing
because it hasn't healed, because there is still suffering
and there is forgiveness for the men who approach your cross and ask for it.
Your side still open, as a thousand planes fly,
as projectiles fall and cannons rumble,
Your side still open and I'm still here clinging to your cross...

And I feel so small and insignificant,
I'm a drop in the ocean, a wandering star,
A voice in the desert, a sparrow made of straw,
I'm a child dying to go back home,
But if there's a millimeter of fabric in this suit
that can serve as a bandage for you, that can cushion any pain,
take me and make of my life what you want, use me as you prefer...
And I promise to stay awake as long as the storm lasts,
and let threats rain down, and whatever comes, comes,
I will shout that there is hope, that peace is on its way and will come...

Every eye will see you...on the Mount of Olives...
every tongue will confess to you...and you will say you are my friend...