She's walking all alone And she's fearless After all these streets are her own A blind eye is turned From any sign of commotion Her mama still waits... She never came home
And it's that a shame Too bad just the same I'm keeping my hands clean What can anyone do Where do you lay the blame So sad anyway what was that name It's always the same Just as long as it's far from home Far from home They had lived here over forty years Had only one another Walking hand in hand still
The hunter follows Unseen close behind his prey and now Her prison's at home And or some change ... Widowed
The child keeps pretending Everything is all right It doesn't always hurt the bad And the bruises you can hide Grows up anger bottled up And kept inside so now... Tradition passed on another silent childTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
