Room of Tears

When a new pope is elected, he steps into a small room to change into his new vestments before his makes his first appearance to the crowds. It is during this time that the enormity of the moment and the responsiblity of what has just happened dawns on them and they begin to weep. Hence the room is called The Room of Tears. These are the lyrics of a song on my last album describing the election of Pope Benedict. It can be heard by going to the CD Baby.com

Room of Tears

A plume of smoke, rises in the air
Was it white or black, it’s a bit unclear
But there’s thunder outside
As your heart pounds in your ears

The weight of the world, has fallen on you
It’s like a dream, but a little too true
It wasn’t in your plans
You’d have this job to do

You gaze up at the ceiling at the moment of truth
500 years have gone by and the sky is still blue
You see the hand of God
Is now pointing right at you

Chorus:
You’re in a room of tears
And they’ve closed the door
But there’s a litany of saints
Who’ve gone this way before (repeat)

They give you three pair of shoes, you try each one
One’s too big, the other’s just a bit snug
And only one pair
Fits just like a glove

A quiet retirement with some time to read
A little bit of Mozart was all you’d need
You never thought
You’d wear the Fisherman’s ring

You have a flock to feed, about a billion souls,
That’s a little bit of pressure from what you’ve been told
But there’ll be a bit more grace
When you sit on Peter’s throne

Chorus:
You’re in a room of tears
And they’ve closed the door
But there’s a litany of saints
Who’ve gone this way before (repeat)

A plume of smoke………