Photography credits: Hassaan Islam
I was born in the heart of a city
In a room that I'll always adore
Though it's not much to see
It's like heaven to me
The Shrine on the second floor
There's a beautiful grey haired Madonna
Oh what's taught me what life had in store
And I lift up mine eyes to that same tender skies
In the shrine on the second floor
Whenever my troubles too much to bear
I look for the answer and then
I look up and see that light shining there
And everything turns out right again
When I'm old and I find I'm getting lonely
I'll return to my heaven once more
I remember the face of that lady of grace
On the shrine on the second floor
When I'm old and I find I'm getting lonely
I'll return to my heaven once more
I remember the face of that lady of grace
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