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Grace

I' been 'roun' children playin' nearly all my years

I know their laughin' well, I' dried their tears

I ain't no expert, but friend the eyes betray

the suff'rin' in the tiny souls o' children at play

 

when ya walk into the dirt floor rooms

o' those strange fergotten places

old men's eyes look back at ya

from nervous baby faces

 

they play an' giggle some, children always will

but sorta in slow motion, half afraid t' cry

some' got a cried out look, like tears 'll never spill

talkin' is a major chore, the words jus' seem t' die

I ain't no crusader, I dunno who t' blame

fer all those little Jesus Christs, we couldn't feed

I ain't got no answers, I jus' think it's a shame

babies hafta die fer me, t' get the grace I need

 

when ya walk into the dirt floor rooms

o' those strange fergotten places

ancient eyes look back at ya

from nervous baby faces

I gotta have an answer

I jus' can't shake the shame

that babies hafta die fer me

t' get the grace I claim