I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of solid gold
Searching for the very souls
Whom already have been sold
“Arise, arise,” he cried so loud “
With a voice without restraint
“Come out, ye gifted kings and queens “
And hear my sad complaint
No martyr is among ye now
Whom you may call your own
So go on your way accordingly
And know you’re not alone”
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger
So alone and terrified
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried