Lyric

Angels walk through this tainted city

What are they thinking, what do they see?

No way to heal the cracks in human hearts

No answer, no remedy

Crowds pass by, ignoring the lights

Voices of sorrow flying in plain sight

We pretend we never hear the cries

Turning our backs, we close our eyes

What is right, what is wrong?

Searching for answers without knowing the reason

I held you close, your back shaking

Crying out while the night was breaking

Gripping tight, I asked without meaning

My voice grew hoarse from the pleading

Children abandoned in the streets

Watching the adults, what do they think?

In hearts that fight selfishly, blindly

It’s the children we left behind, I think

Birds soar high across the sky

Where do they go, what do they seek?

Painful cries reach, but we look away

Pretending not to see their dismay

Who’s right, who’s wrong?

Seeking answers, yet knowing nothing

Wounded by knives that cut too deep

No medicine can heal these scars we keep

A pack of wolves, starving for care

Howling at the moon, “We are here!”

Like a child that cannot stop crying

I hold them gently, a goddess’s lullaby flying

I held you close, your back shaking

Crying out while the night was breaking

Gripping tight, I asked without meaning

My voice grew hoarse from the pleading

Wounded by knives that cut too deep

No medicine can heal these scars we keep

A pack of wolves, starving for care

Howling at the moon, “We are here!”