Lilith set aside each one
of her hundred thousand babes
into a little coffin, a smiling little grave
She sighs to see the sunset, the death of a new dawn
She hates to see her babies, grow up to feel so wrong
She watches as their dreams die, beat down by their lie
One day, she knows, that it will change and they will start to waken
One day, she sees, one day they’ll see all the bonds to break here
She sings to them a lullaby upon each precious raindrop
She screams come home upon the wind the ears have long neglected
She plants a question, one by one, into imagination
Who were you before they said to listen without hearing?
What will it take for you to see through this silly nightmare?
Where can you go if you can’t flee the sounds of your own screaming?
When you stare at your own bloodshot eyes, who do you see inside this darkness?
How many scars of sunset are etched upon your soul, how many nights will you die until you become whole?
Why won’t you ask a simple task of your brother and sister’s singing? Why can’t you hear the simple truth – aren’t your guns ringing?
Come back to me, Come back, be free
Your true Mother beckons softly
No more coffins, no more graves, just singing angels day by day