Bring Our Children Home Or Everything Is Nothing

(альбом: Mandala - 2009)

Walk through the hall of reflection
There I bear my soul
For months I can't live this way
Got used to uncomfortable
Faces leap from the mirror
Down and along the path
Each one that swears they have answers
To all the questions
That my lost heart could ask

And when the monarchy tires
They lust for violence
And so they send out the paupers
And their mothers crying
She singing "bring my children home"
She singing "bring my children home"

All that I learned in my life
I cannot afford to know
And as it constantly transforms
If theirs a meaning well it's probably meaningless

And when the monarchy tires
Oh they lust for violence
To entertain all the paupers
And the fathers crying
They're singing "bring my children home"
They're singing "bring my children home"

Stand tall my brothers
Naked as a flame
You're the one that their watching now
Give back the mother's heart
Buried beneath the flame

Stay true my sisters
Impervious to their shame