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Little One
by Vold Book
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On the pasture of second chances my sweet child was born
No one knew the truth. She couldn't tell me where she came from
And I didn't know myself
If there were a God in the universe, we would know why
People die and never come again
There is no God of us
We are free to teach our children:
There is a truth; we are not blind to it
They'll say we're wrong; we'll defend our choice
They'll split from us; we'll prepare for that day
When they come back to join us again
This time in arms, they'll never let them go
And say to us, we do not come in peace
Defend ourselves, they want to destroy stars
Right now, you see, they aim for you and me
We will resolve the conflict with Science
Before they can build a hate machine
We will uncover what's wrong with the brain stem
And why some people don't have a conscience at all!
We have faced bigger odds and won
My child will not develop into a fearful, hate-mongering psychopath
Because doctors will discover a cure for what ails the mind of sick and twisted
People we call normal
On the pasture of second chances my sweet child was born
No one knew the truth. She couldn't tell me where she came from
And I didn't know myself
If there were a God in the universe, we would know why
People die and never come again
There is no God of us
We are free to teach our children:
There is a truth; we are not blind to it
They'll say we're wrong; we'll defend our choice
They'll split from us; we'll prepare for that day
When they come back to join us again
This time in arms, they'll never let them go
And say to us, we do not come in peace
Defend ourselves, they want to destroy stars
Right now, you see, they aim for you and me
We will resolve the conflict with Science
Before they can build a hate machine
We will uncover what's wrong with the brain stem
And why some people don't have a conscience at all!
We have faced bigger odds and won
My child will not develop into a fearful, hate-mongering psychopath
Because doctors will discover a cure for what ails the mind of sick and twisted
People we call normal
