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Dear Child

Dear child, dear woman walk out, not in Out to give news with those feet The Enemy has no ground here Nor any fight in these streets Dear child, dear sister don’t surrender To the whispers of charm For their flesh is falling deeper Into death’s lovin’ arms Dear child, dear teacher go get ‘em and meet her The love you once held close, closer Than the ones who held you the most And forfeit your land to kiss the skin of their sands And spit in the eyes of the blinded Dear child, dear friend press on, pull close the lives that muse you on May they gaze, may they raise a song Worth singin’, and we’ll all sing along Chorus: Brave, brave, brave are the maids Who clean around the corner Save, save, save, save the slain Who sits amongst the mourners Raise a toast! Raise a glass! And better yet, forfeit the past My love, breathe me into motion That we may dance! May it last, Until the morning’s over. Dear child, dear mother give more, love to the meek and the poor To the bandit, and widows, to the poor sobbing willows And the wealthy who can’t afford it Dear child, dear saint of sinners give grace, when our eyes can’t look up When the moon has burned up And the sky starts to rusts And the stars turn us to dust Chorus: Brave, brave, brave are the maids Who clean around the corner Save, save, save, save the slain Who sits amongst the mourners Raise a toast! Raise a glass! And better yet, forfeit the past My love, breathe me into motion That we may dance! May it last, Until the morning’s over.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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