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Title Francisco
LYRICS:
Today… you’re gone.
We always held you near,
Always felt your voice was here.
In our hearts, your light would shine—
But now...
now you're not in time.
And oh—
we wanted more…
You weren’t a man of praise or show,
But quiet strength in rebel soul.
You rose from pillars, old and grand,
In Catholic roots, you made your stand.
And still,
to those they called “the lost,”
The wild, the loud, the ones they tossed—
You stayed a friend, a kindred flame,
You never judged, you knew no shame.
You honored every path to grace,
Every faith had sacred place.
Catholic or protestant,
You were never arrogant.
In every soul, you saw the same—
A truth no dogma could ever claim.
(Chorus)
Though the papal throne was like a crown,
You chose to lift, not hold us down.
With peace and vision, heart and light,
You showed the Church a wider sight.
Jesuit, Latin, bold and kind—
You opened doors, expanded minds.

Francisco, with that gentle smile,
You walked beside us all the while.
Your warmth, your joy, your empathy—
A sermon more than liturgy.
You preached with love, disarmed with grace,
Reached every corner, every place.
From rulers cold to hearts estranged,
You sparked in them a needed change.

You never feared the demons faced,
But offered truth with calm and pace.
In days of fear, you gave us peace,
In empty squares, your prayers released.
And through the silence, still you spoke—
In every word, our spirits woke.

That brilliant mind, that guiding flame—
Still burns, though nothing feels the same.
A light that shined through every age—
Now dims, and leaves an empty stage.
And now, dear Father,
Now… you’re gone.

Your love for the migrant,
Your balm for the worn,
Your arms for the broken,
Your shelter from storms.
You lifted the tired,
You calmed every fight—
And now, dear Father,
You fade into night…

Now, you’re gone.
We always held you near,
Always felt your spirit here.
In our hearts, your light remains—
But still… today,
You're gone again.

Che… don’t leave us in this hour.
We need your truth, your quiet power.
The void you leave—no one can fill.
This wound will ache and echo still.

In holy irony divine,
On Easter’s rise, He called your time.
Francisco,
You kept us holding on—
Now you return… to the Maker…
And now…
You’re gone.
Work type Music
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Identifier 2507052401130
Entry date Jul 5, 2025, 1:09 AM UTC
License All rights reserved

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Author - Composer 100.00 %. Holder Kiara Farei. Date Jul 5, 2025.
Author - Lyricist 100.00 %. Holder Kiara Farei. Date Jul 5, 2025.
Author - Song producer 100.00 %. Holder Kiara Farei. Date Jul 5, 2025.


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