bring back that child," she said

"spare me the price of freedom.

cold is my baby's head

blown by the wind of reason"

even the rage behind

cries out to see

we're still standing

under the closing edge

pay for the crime of feeling



when all your pride is dead

you must be scared instead...



a quiet word is my proposition

a promise made of a fierce day

a body bleeds for this coalition

without surrender if you stay



"show me my youth," she cried

"wasted for desolation"

hold up the sacrifice,

pull down your institutions

resting while anger flies

question's the same...

who's deciding?

after the clouds have lain

shame on your generation



when all your guilt lies dead

you must be scared instead



a quiet word is my proposition

a promise made on a fierce day

the body bleeds for this coalition

without surrender if you stay



when all your pain lies dead

you must be scared instead



a quiet word is my proposition

a promise made of a fierce day

a body bleeds for this coalition

without surrender if you stay



a quiet word is my proposition

a promise made of a fierce day

a body bleeds for this coalition

without surrender if you stay



proposition.