"Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe 3 a.m., I will recall the sound
of the little ones so quiet as you turned to make your way back home
Everybody wondered, everybody here decided
Maybe if the rains had come to wash my face I'd be okay, but then,..."
"A little child with larger eyes making faces from the clouds above
so simple in so many different ways
Mom and dad would fix his hair before he went outside to play
The tightest grip on every word they say..."
|Shattered and Torn|
"My back's to the wall, my hands are tied
Say goodbye to the sleepless night
The glass is shattered and torn, Shattered and torn
Look over your shoulder, run away from the pack..."