My Children

My Children Open to the truth of this world Open like the arms of a child to a parent Father is closed to his child Small and lose Crying in the arms of hate Mother why sell us for freedom Where freedom is sweet Sweet like the honey suckle in spring Chasing the wings if a eagle Father release us Mother catch it; catch it among the eyes of hate And we cry right here in arms of hate Their twisted hate Skeletal remains of family In the arms of the hungry In the arms of the lonely Father where are you Mother why is…………….. Snatched my soul from my body I watch beneath Beneath evil of his breath Their hands Hands snatching my soul Father why Forsake us children God left us here to die