Gentle hands lift her from her bed of grass Underneath the rusting tractor Blue and red lights flashing Men and women wearing uniforms Fill the yard between the house and the barn She sees the bodies on the ground Draped like ghosts under white sheets A woman's hand dangles in the grass Tattooed with dry blood and wearing her mother's wedding ring Wrapped in a blanket in the back of an ambulance A woman with a badge and a kind face asks Sweetie, do you know where your daddy is? The girl's eyes follow the rope from the tractor To the frayed ends that lay at the barn door In the gloom she sees the scorched earth Ashes falling like grey snowflakes A chill runs up her spine As a chorus of inhuman whispers calls her nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
