They called your truth a crime, Left you lonely in that cold stone cell Yeah, they called your truth a crime, Left you lonely in that cold stone cell But a soul that blooms in beauty, Even chains can never ever quell No one saw your gentle fire, No one heard your broken plea No one read the soul you hid, your quiet fire and grief But you turned pain into art, set the whole wide world free Praise, Praise a new religion We believe in art The world is built on lies Only you can save my heart Sing on, young lonely poet, Though the night is long and wild Dance on, young lonely poet, to the rhythm running wild From your blues will grow the flowers, beauty born from exile Praise, Praise a new religion We believe in art The world is built on lies Only you can save my heart ------ Source: genie Romanised by JHnimm