Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down, and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat . . .
We hear their heartbeat
In the wind
We hear their laughter
In the rain
We see their tears
Hear their heartbeat . . .
We hear their heartbeat
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat . . .
We hear their heartbeat
In the trees
Our sons stand naked
Through the walls
Our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall
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