molten red beneath the crust the silent insistence
Oh the mothers on the road swaying as they sing
all of it a promise and the way power's coming
when baby in the crib still cries for the last time
everyone is waiting distant rumbling now outside
sway to music from the ones who give us life always
now barren from chemicals silent in their veins
let us put on robes of black join them in the road
thousands walking to cities with chants upon their tongues
we are done it's you this time come out and till our lands
soon children will be the past and everyone will pray
hide your syringes when we come wives in waves of grace
depriving worlds of armies we plan the way of days
when black descends on you and women take this place
silently we have our words and do not need the sword
we walk and sway sing for the spring endure the moon no more
mourn messy things we miss like no one left to change
you will remember with regret the way we were when babes
brought mercy to our hearts and joy to everything
gone away while you still play until the roads are dark
in the daylight with the ones who plan to hang around
city parks and build a swing you may come harrow us
from the top of citadels down to the earth be bussed
enjoy the special moment when lava is born from crust
back and forth above the earth you hurt so very much
cooking's still a hobby you are just in time for lunch.
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