Today i woke up screaming,
inside of all the darkness...
He told me he loved me
he told me he cared...
Dressed in black, I mourn for my country.
Newspaper clippings reveal another death...
I keep telling myself
hes in a better place...
He came home to see..
His whole life, cold...
Once had it
no longer mine...
The day that i last saw you
you said I'll see you round...
He woke up early that morning
all happy and fine...
Where are you?
Dead...
How do you describe this,
Talk after talk...
Sweet little child, don't you cry
Mother's going to sit here while you die...
Can you hear me when I'm crying in the night,
i often imagine holding you tight...