Lyrics:
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes
Away in a manger, sweet emblem of love
Sent down from the Father, precious gift from above
I love Thee, Lord
By the time I was thirteen
I started taking shape.
At eighteen I was so beautiful
That the strangers started to gape.
They said "Enter
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
remember when we were children
In the concrete parks surrounded by buildings
How we used to laugh how we used to play
How we used to dream there come a day
However, Eskimo mythology speaks of children being stolen by the spirit of the weeping seal, which is half seal and half woman, and who, because she can have
close my eyes for the sake of my mind
As I get blind, I hear them crying
Build up the walls, isolate our side!
We must protect the life we're lying!
This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
As valiant a man as ever left home
And he had been much reduced
Which caused great confusion
And that was
the earth shake
It’s crying out Your fame
The whole universe is echoing Your story
Open your eyes
Open your mind
We are the children of intelligent design
Morning is crying for nobody's friend
She's the mother of children who die when they're ten
Pack up the food, dear, and sing me a hymn
Our city has
T'was a man of youthful features
T'was a boy of sorrowful eyes
Watching out by looking inward
Tall and stately and full of life
In his life, he
say yes here (yes)
Well the daughter put that phone down and went back into the living room
And the little children they were sitting there crying
ON ALL REGION
FROM EGYPT TO CONGO
GUINEA TO GHANA
LET’S STAND FOR AFRICA.
CHO//
OH IT’S A BLINKING SHAME
NOTHING HAS SEEMS TO CHANGE
SURROUNDED BY WAR
away
Resurrect me Jesus Christ
I'm so lonely for you
Hear the children cry but one by one they die
Can't you help them?
Look what we've done
Looking out on ashes that remain
Symphonies of screams reduced to silence
Dazed they stand, the children of the slain
Crying at the ruin in our wake
yourself.
Down lie defeated
Your weakness and failure
And helplessness crying for help.
So look disillusioned
At your silent kingdom,
There's nothing
down by the government man
The land is my mother
She is worth dying for
I've walked the path of peace
But I ain't running no more
Ain't no love
rise
Till then ski mask, and a 4-5
Eyyy
Congo to Jamaica big paper chaser
Somalia with my rebels
Trying to reach to higher levels
Haiti back to Kenya
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
they...
look...
shocked...
THEY DON'T LOOK SORRY.
NO...
THEY DON'T LOOK SORRY.
Another Which Is In The Between, far unlike them
Crying
And The Children
Listen to the wind… crying thru the trees
The tears of the eagle fall…on you and me
Look out to sea….Look all around
the sky is falling but you
Disgusting plague-bringers spawned by the Morning Star
A storm is coming on, the planet shrieks “Fuck me!”
Cold blooded race is iterating damage
The whale is full
The sail is torn
The waters tainted by the blood of the rhythm
cnd every beast is crying out
For a return to the first dawn
An old man by a seashore
At the end of day
Gazes the horizon
With seawinds in his face
Tempest-tossed island
Seasons all the same
Anchorage unpainted
SHOULD SO
NO MORE CRYING
NO MORE SISTERS
BEING HUNGRY
NO MORE CHILDREN
DAY BY DAY
WITHOUT LOVE
WITHOUT NOTHING
NOTHING MORE
PEOPLE SUFFERING
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