The children are crying
While mothers silently scream
For help in some heavenly form
Many years have past
And he's slipped through your grasp
You say you can't help anymore.
The others have done what you offer
Theres no help that you can give
So just go away somewhere else and stay
And we'll pretend that the children are
Only you know your mind in the present
But still he holds on to your past
If you keep that pain in secret
His rein on the families will last.
Lanceing a boil is painful
The pain and corruption is great
But the pain soon stops there after
And like your body your minds at peace.