children without fear
just babies ... armed with rifles
a world's tragedy
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children without fear
just babies ... armed with rifles
a world's tragedy
a world's tragedy
where one lives only in fear
and knows no real peace
and knows no real peace
just knows hate and discontent
till her life is done
till her life is done
and time has whitened her bones
she will keep going
she will keep going
somehow keeping her head up
hopeful he will come
hopeful he will come
bringing everything to her
deadly desire
deadly desire
burning deep inside of her
trying to ignite
trying to ignite
the wind turns fierce in the night
the coals burn brighter
the coals burn brighter
on the dark side of the quay
where ships wait to feed
where ships wait to feed
loading and unloading goods
books, dreams and a biscuit
books, dreams and a biscuit
warm blanket, my lover near
i need no more, thanks
i need no more, thanks,
pity the friendless person...
that one has no hope...
that one has no hope
would be unacceptable
there is always hope
there is always hope
in each moment that exists
here there everywhere
here there everywhere
i scatter the seeds of love
expect bumper crop