a child hangs from a tree
why do we let this be?
her mother lays on the ground
beaten, used and fucked around
punished for a simple crime
born on the wrong side of the line

she couldn't listen
it wasn't her fault
she saw a blissful light
she wouldn't listen
maybe it was her fault
she soiled youthful taste

we still send our children to war
on choices made by a few
and mother soaks up the blood
but it takes decades to heal the wounds
and years to forget
the loneliness of our doom

she had a simple wish
to be happy, safe and proud
maybe someday it will get brighter
as she walks among the free
spirits of the freed
and ghosts of the doomed

lyrics: © martin galvin & robert lawless
music: © four floors
q1 '03