heart Where their children play Tied in ropes to keep you home Building walls to keep you away Caables connect There's nails to mend But what mends the heart Where their children play
trampled heards beneath their feet children playing with the dead silver spoon stained with red watching through a widow's veil as Caesar desecrates the Holy
they would know where they were going once they arrived Imagine what a joy it must have been for them To finally reach their destination Seniors, you'
There was a boy who came into this world At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in the
There was a boy who came into this world At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in
: There was a boy who came into this world At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected
