Miguel Olivella Video (MV)

I saw the clergy with dust in their hands, people like pawns stand in line one by one
Tired eyes, black ties, collars up tight, Miguel Olivella has died tonight
And his body lay broken, crucifix in his hand

I started floating, looking beyond, the moon in it's beauty in the ebony sky
My body below me, a hole in my side, heartache, longing, my mothers tear stained eyes
And my soul free to wander, I scream for one more day alive

From the sands of the hour glass, from the cradle to the grave
The irony of life and death is to realize they are both the same

Miguel Olivella, be on your merry way, you'll become a child of Heaven
As we put on our rags today