AT THE GATES
OF AN OLD CITY
A CHILD CRIES
IN THE MOTHER'S ARMS
ESCAPING FROM A GREAT
TERROR
TERROR OF RUINE AND FAMINE
AND CANNON FIRE
NOBODY WILL HEAR THE VOICE
OF THAT CHILD
SHE THINKS THAT
MAYBE ONE DAY
DOORS WILL OPEN
AND THAT CHILD WILL DREAM
IN A BETTER WORLD
AND AT NIGHT
WHEN HE DREAMS
HE IS NOT AFRAID
HIS DESIRE
FLY SO FAR
FROM HERE
THAT NO FIRE
CAN CHOKE
HER CRY
AND AT NIGHT
CAN BE FREE
HE CAN BE STRONG
HER DESIRE
FLY SO FAR
FROM HERE
THAT NO FIRE
CAN DROWN
HER SCREAM < br/>CROWS SONG
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AT THE GATES
OF AN OLD CITY
A CHILD LORA
IN THE ARMS OF HER MOTHER
ESCAPING FROM A GREAT
TERROR
TERROR OF DEBRIS
AND HUNGER
AND CANNON FIRE
NO ONE WILL HEAR THAT CHILD'S VOICE
SHE BELIEVES THAT MAYBE ONE DAY
THE DOORS WILL OPEN
AND THE CHILD WILL SOMEHOW
WITH A BETTER WORLD
AND AT NIGHT
WHEN I SLEEP
I HAVE NO FEAR
I WISH I FLY
SO FAR FROM HERE
THAT NO FIRE
I CAN CHOKE YOUR Scream
AND AT NIGHT
I CAN BE FREE
I CAN BE STRONG
I WISH I FLY
SO FAR FROM HERE
THERE IS NO FIRE
I CAN CHOKE YOUR SCREAM