Post by Oli on Jul 4, 2007 1:30:45 GMT -5
She works the streets paved in gold
Making her money by what she's told
This sweet sixteen is spent alone
Dying and crying on the streets of gold
He's all alone up in his world
Long and forgotten, deserted by most
The book we read was a life of old
The life he ended on a cross of gold
They are the children nobody knows
Wanting their father to have and to hold
Their hands held firmly praying for mercy
It isn't long now before they are sold
He's all alone up in his world
Long and forgotten, deserted by most
The book we read was a life of old
The life he ended on a cross of gold
It's a bitter sweet heaven which we sold
The soul is corrupt and on its own
What have we become in the world today
No longer wanting for a new age of gold
He's all alone up in his world
Long and forgotten, deserted by most
The book we read was a life of old
The life he ended on a cross of gold
Making her money by what she's told
This sweet sixteen is spent alone
Dying and crying on the streets of gold
He's all alone up in his world
Long and forgotten, deserted by most
The book we read was a life of old
The life he ended on a cross of gold
They are the children nobody knows
Wanting their father to have and to hold
Their hands held firmly praying for mercy
It isn't long now before they are sold
He's all alone up in his world
Long and forgotten, deserted by most
The book we read was a life of old
The life he ended on a cross of gold
It's a bitter sweet heaven which we sold
The soul is corrupt and on its own
What have we become in the world today
No longer wanting for a new age of gold
He's all alone up in his world
Long and forgotten, deserted by most
The book we read was a life of old
The life he ended on a cross of gold
