Baby Killer

When I was a babe, of twenty gentle years
I didn't want to die, just like all my peers
Neither had I wished to kill, to keep myself alive
Didn't make no sense, so, I just closed my eyes

Sometimes, I really wish, I had never been
Not within this deadly world, of hatred and of sin
Where children die so early, for nothing more than greed
And Children are the ones, forced into this heinous deed

Even if you manage to survive, return to life and light
You can't release the anger and the pain
It will always find you, come seeking you again
Nothing can protect you, from the dreams that come at night

So, I'm sitting here in darkness, looking for a way
To make amends for being, to weak to just walk away
Tell the Children not to follow, when the dogs of war are come
Tell the war mongers, to go to hell, and face what they have become

Anunitu (C) 1993