PureInsight | October 10, 2005
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Torn form the cradle and a mother's arms.
How many tears must fall
Before the world hears your call?
How many storms must rage before the calm?
Skies blue to darkest grey
Lies that have veiled too many hearts
How long must the children withstand
Behind clouds and bloodstained hands?
How long must their families be torn apart?
