Child/1939

There were two friends they were so very kind
Until that year of 1939
One threw a bomb at the other one's home
They all thought that he was gone
The survivor he got down on his knees
And hoped that God would listen to his pleas
He got up, yes he wanted revenge
So maybe one day all of this would end

Child look away there's nothing to see here
Child turn around this is not his blood on my hands

The survivor he walked in his friend's home
But it seemed that he was not alone
There was a child sitting on the steps in fear
He asked her "is your father here"
She replied "in the bedroom"
He said "you won't see him anytime soon"
He was listening to some sad song
Some hypnotic woeful tune

Child look away there's nothing to see here
Child turn around this is not his blood on my hands

The survivor he was holding a knife
He didn't think it wrong no he thought it was right
He stood beside his former friend
Knowing he won't try to make amends
He raised his hand he was going to strike
But then he realised he was already dead

Child look away there's nothing to see here
Child turn around its not his blood not his blood

Never too young but never too old
What's it worth we don't even know
Never too young but never too old
To see him lying dead on the floor

Child look away there's nothing to see here
Child turn around this is not his blood on my hands

Child look away there's nothing to see here
Child turn around this is not his blood on my hands



Credits
Writer(s): Lili Lonchampt
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