Local Charleston Singer/Songwriter plays tribute to Emanuel AME with an original song “Ghosts of Charleston”

Local area resident Marc Kruza, who resides in Mount Pleasant, has composed and recorded a tribute to the victims of Mother Emanuel AME and a touching tribute to the city of Charleston, South Carolina. Marc is a published graphic novelist and songwriter. His original composition Ghosts of Charleston speaks of the beauty, compassion and love of our Southern home with poignancy and care.

Take a moment to listen to this touching tribute to a tragedy that did not destroy this city, but made it stronger through an unbroken bond of community, faith and love.

Ghosts of Charleston – Original Song and Lyrics by Marc Kruza

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Ghosts of Charleston – Lyrics

Verse 1
Some folks tonight went out and hit the town
And gazed west to watch the sky turn red.
But I, unarmed, had blue lights chase me down
Ran for my life, and the law shot me dead.
The living watched the news in disbelief
In a stew of anger, pain and grief.
Their anguished voices echoed to the sky,
But silence is the voice of those who die.

Chorus
Oh, Charleston, my bittersweet city,
You’ve taken my life and broken my heart.
Music and art, and beaches were so pretty,
But oh, Charleston, why did this have to be?
Remember my city, to please remember me.

Verse 2
Some folks toured the town and drank some wine,
A perfect day, they drank iced tea and ate.
But we a bible study group of nine
Were shot dead by a man of icy hate.
The living watched the news and pondered how
The devils of the past still haunt us now.
Their anguished voices echoed to the sky,
But silence is the voice of those who die

Repeat Chorus

Bridge
We call from the grave
Don’t wait ’till tomorrow.
Speak out be brave
Don’t marinate in sorrow.
Don’t just turn a page
Write a new story.
Take the stage
For there is no glory
If just some are free.
This must be your call
 Justice for all, 
for all, for all.

Final Chorus
Oh, Charleston, my bittersweet city,
You’ve taken my life and broken my heart.
Music and art, and beaches were so pretty,
But oh, Charleston, why did this have to be?
Remember my city, please remember me.
Remember my city, please remember me.

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