Bring Our Children Home Or Everything Is Nothing

Walked through the hall of reflection

There, I bared my soul

For months I carried this weight

Got used to uncomfortable

Faces leap from the mirrors dotted along the path

Each one it swears they have answers to all the questions

That my lost heart could ask

And when the monarchy tires

They lust for violence

And so they send out the paupers

And the mother is crying

She's singing, "bring my children home, home"

She's screaming, "bring my children home, home"

All that I've learned in my life

I cannot purport to know

Energy constantly transforms

If there's a meaning, it's probably meaningless

And when the monarchy tires

Oh, they lust for violence

To entertain all the paupers

And the father is crying

He screaming, "bring my children home, home"

He singing, "bring my children home, home"

Stand tall, my brothers

Naked as a flame

You're the one that they wanted now

Give back the mother's heart!

Buried beneath the blame

Stay true, my sisters

Impervious to their shame