(T. Mortimer) Hey child - wash away your tears Hang on till tomorrow comes Cos it will soon be here Hey child - don't give up today Gotta be some good
How many mountains must you face Before you learn to climb? I'm gonna give you what it takes My universal child I'm gonna try to find a way To keep you
They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears Forgive and forget, all the while Love and pain
Sweet Melissa, I often pray for you I hope your suffering was brief I hope the angels that watch over all little children Came for you and took you someplace
Born to make it alone from the skids Don't take it for more than it is Cause we're tough kids We are tough kids You already know, you already know, Come
We, we are the champions, we can't stop 'Cause you just can't keep them Ruff Ryders down, down, down By any means necessary, I'mma hold down tradition
This is a very serious message, so all of you please listen There are some people Living in this world They have no food to eat They have no place to
Maybe it's not over yet Somewhere inside him there must be some new dream Awaiting to topple the rest when he finds himself feeling alive yet alone Maybe
This can't be home anymore This can't be home anymore If you think I have not been missing The way she breathes You are mistaken my friend, I've fallen
Watching the days burning out like a cigarette Just a few drags to go You built me up and you broke me down Somehow Everything just seemed so clear to
All that I need to hear from you Something of value but something untrue All that I wished that I'd find within you See how what she wanted and she needed
Where is your inspiration? You lost it, oh so long ago So much for innovation I saw this coming long before You had no motivation Your hopes are high
So I'm left wondering There is so much left I wish that I could say to you Silence I keep, for fear of breaking myself down And maybe getting through,
Warm October nights You came and cuddled next to me, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah Our noses brushed so close I wished it was our souls drifting off to sleep
Get up, face this day Find some way to make the mean kids pay Playing it safe, it's your morals at stake You're a young man who's willing to wage war
Trembling, hold me now I'm torn between silence and violent expression Tired of believing everyone wants to care And cherish someone I'm so scared Of
Everybody needs some time away Just stuck in the K-hole again An 18 hour holiday Just stuck in the K-hole again Just once again Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your
Got in the water, Got in the lead, Got in your head, They're all dead. Thalidomide child, Thalidomide child, Thalid-thalidomide child. How long it took