(John Taylor) 

I cried a river I cried a river for your years Pain and torture The fear insane and lonely

I can't die for you I only wish that I'd been there to ease your moments To fan your fading members

I scream on the outside For these dizzy prisoners An evil mistreatment To service our weaknesses

Ad in your greatness Lay a sadness circumspect That in every victory lost Only a hollow sound remained

NO easy music when you're locked up in your pen some hidden basement depraved, deprived, abuse meant

I'm sick of the future, It's all stormy corners, Abandoned and beaten You're just sport for the jailers

God give me a reason for theses bloody waters,
You get to know just how bad things are when you know this is run of the mill

And under his armour Lay a friendly politesse A gently surging note of hope Hope for us all

I'm happy for you You seem to find some peace at last So complimentary We are Of you down here