• In the cold of dark and the dead of night,
    A child's prayer is full of fright.
    In the confused mind and the painful heart,
    Prayers and Killings can not be told apart.
    So why are we here, On the place they
    call earth?
    Are we just waiting to see what we're
    worth?
    Will something happen, to help explain,
    Why they have put us through all this pain.
    No more pain or lies to be heard,
    If you stop listening to every word.