Cry - Yesterday`s Child


YESTERDAY'S CHILD

If you'd know the truth, would it mater?
would it change the direction of your life?
would you label it wrong or at least, not right?
or would you keep feeding the cycle blind?

A child is beaten into the grave again,
the soil is still fresh over yesterday's,
pick, raise, hit, produce and repeat,
body count against limits,
the deadline must be met.

The life long journey, deception of reality,
thick shroud of luxury wrapping around your mind,
come sweet clarity, open this miserable heart wide,
young children working all day and night.

Uncertainty glitters sadly in your eyes, why?
to feel the urge to lift off, doesn't make you fly,
something is wrong with you since the start,
lethargy killed the tears inside your heart.

A child is beaten into the grave again,
The soil is still fresh over yesterday's.
Pick, raise and hit, produce and repeat,
body count against limits, this deadline must be met...

The crackling sound of bones may open up your eyes,
look into the mirror and watch the parasites of life,
how sedulous, in harvesting your soul dry,
labels and price tags, luxury products you tend to buy.

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