He holds in His strength every innocent born stricken in body or mind. He forms the frame from the weak and unwise which holds up the land. In only His
Like pirates off your shores of waste our kiss you can forget a newborn sense of smell and taste for things you've never met our nose no longer knows
In the end the revolution veers and fades. Power corrupts, no future is built with tools of hate. The march, the cause just another sham. Everything rots
i see a fire in the distance mother my love i see those rising flames are those the sabbath candles glowing no my love, but you will rest the same i haven
Open your ears and up a seat for the tale of the ballydowse. just what they are might well be you when the tell reaches your house between way past plenty
Another armchair economist playing our life into a mess, what you know about poverty you learned in a book. Think you're really qualified to mouth off
Closed my eyes by a violent river filled with thoughts that left me shiver longed for a land to be delivered where the young don't catch the ship fair
