Hold that child up To taste the sun Let him feel the pain And hold the gun Hold that child down Don’t let him see What is in the dark What is being free Teach him aim Target practice Someday maybe he’ll be the one To rid the earth Of ignorance Of all those who don’t Know how to dance The dance one is taught when we are young a dance to feel the pain of the son I spread my arms Outward bound To reach the hands Of angels unfound To expose my heart To cold metal To offer my life For the good of people I don’t follow I must be wrong For death it’s time It’s been so long So take aim young child At my whole I am unworthy Of even coal Put me out of my misery In the name of your father I wish I could live But why bother