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Innocence Cries
For yes, I have seen it with my own eyes, I have seen it. They call it by a name, but from the name you'll never comprehend it Her eyes will never leave mine, her face will haunt me all my life, I guarantee it Her scream, so painfull, the sound of a soul cry Rubble and mud and rain and cold Yes, you can see that I'm alive, but inside now I'm dying For she was there, right in my sight A knife she held so tightly by her side I shouted for her to release the knife She ran at me screaming I squeezed the trigger, she fell to her knees The knife, she dropped beside her bleeding As I approached she screamed at me a name Then said to dig, to dig in the rubble To dig, she dug with the knife, her nails and fingers broken. I turned to see the rubble to realise As I looked back into her eyes Baby, daughter were her last words alive So, yes I know where war resides, and I know I'll never find her A baby killed by war, a mother killed by sacrifice A baby alone and lost on the other side So, give me back that bloody knife And I'll and go and find her baby if I have to dig like her with a bloody knife, if I have to dig to find her for the rest of my life.
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