n°8 lay down

We were so close, there was no room,
we bled inside each other's wounds,
we all had caught the same disease
and we all sang the songs of peace.

Some came to sing
Some came to pray
Some came to keep the dark away.

So raise the candles high.
'Cause if you don't we could stay black against the sky.
Raise them higher again and if you do we could stay dry against the rain.


Melanie Safka