Hiding what I can

Rock-a-by Baby


Sweet little child, I know you’re in pain
Raped and harassed by the demands of the fame
Wish your soul rest and your sanity tact
This is the song for the broken and damned


Rock-by-baby on the tree top
When the wind blows, your heartbeat will stop
No one can hear your screams of despair
Rock-a-by baby whose life no one cared

Sweet little child, product of lust
Never had the chance to see the light of the sun
Your father’s a monster; your mother’s his prey
The hands of Satan take your life away



If there’s anything I want to do for you
It’s to save you from this world’s emptiness
And to show you the light of a paradise
And a second chance to fight

Rock-a-by baby on the tree top
When the wind blows your heartbeat will stop
The light of the Saviour will take you away
And bring you to heaven, away from this pain



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