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Oh baby crying in the dark
trembling in cold of forsaken cries
Just arms to hold you
one hand to wipe away yout tears
but the truth comes to scold you
to manifest all your fears
I will save you dearest child
searching through the lies
I'll wrap you in my open arms
my heart is open wide
Toddling away from danger
that looks oddly like love
a haven out of reach
some place to rest and lay your load
but a tiny prison is your keep
a strangers watch your hope
I will save you dearest child
searching through the lies
I'll wrao you in my open arms
my heart is open wide
Stolen, shrouded in disguise
molded by the vision in their eyes
Their sin accosted, innocent soul
raining death, oppressions rise
a tiny heart too fragile to hold
beating rapidly to fear, to live...dull
Running away no real place to be
Just far from deaths grip choking out life
Towards nothing known, just a quick escape
Because a cliff is better than a dark forest
No more a choice of which pain to endure
No longer are truth and love like nails to digest
No turning back from even an unknown furture
trembling in cold of forsaken cries
Just arms to hold you
one hand to wipe away yout tears
but the truth comes to scold you
to manifest all your fears
I will save you dearest child
searching through the lies
I'll wrap you in my open arms
my heart is open wide
Toddling away from danger
that looks oddly like love
a haven out of reach
some place to rest and lay your load
but a tiny prison is your keep
a strangers watch your hope
I will save you dearest child
searching through the lies
I'll wrao you in my open arms
my heart is open wide
Stolen, shrouded in disguise
molded by the vision in their eyes
Their sin accosted, innocent soul
raining death, oppressions rise
a tiny heart too fragile to hold
beating rapidly to fear, to live...dull
Running away no real place to be
Just far from deaths grip choking out life
Towards nothing known, just a quick escape
Because a cliff is better than a dark forest
No more a choice of which pain to endure
No longer are truth and love like nails to digest
No turning back from even an unknown furture