Land Of Stolen Breath

Resurrection Band 3 0 147 0
Dust along a broken road chokes the golden sun In the land of stolen breath a shot rings out from a Child's gun And chaos rains without a tear upon unburied treasures Here They find no honor or respect in the land of stolen Breath A woman sold tea in the square and brought the pennies Home But not today, her pennies lay beside her on the stone Her children wait, the shadows fall on hopes for her Return They wait to hear a lullaby they have not yet learned He took sides with bread and bullets in no-man's-land He's an orphan king Father died in diseased abandon, power owns what widows Bring Townships float upon the sea of a human greed and misery The deserts feed on refugees - we watch it all on TV Pure religion is just this: to greet the widow with a Kiss Feed the orphan, love the poor of these bloody civil wars And chaos reigns without a tear upon unburied treasures Here They find no profit - just neglect In the land of stolen breath

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