CRY a tear of blood for me as i come to you in sorrow 'tis two days since I last did confess to you whose hands pray to your God and mutter strange musings as you see what is done over the blue line The blue line that produced the Red Clasp your hands and look skyward for me. tell me I'm okay and that I need to stop because HE has a plan So bow your head and don't forget to leave money in the alms box