Heart to the Cradle



       Stained glass windows of Jesus the Lamb

                    innocent drops of blood soaking up this land

No chance to rock the cradle

     ancient before their time

The rose will grow with thorns

             the innocent with their lives

Cry over me, cry over me

Heart to the cradles of time

Fly over me, fly over me

who commits the crime


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