I raised my fist against the sky

He said die to live not live to die

Sleepers wake and still I stand

My hand says no, not his command

The little ones need water fine

So give them yours and none of mine

Waiting for the blissful dream

Where pain alone’s not the only thing

Will they grow without my balm

Given from an open palm

To the house of death they carry me

My murderered child asleep to see

Can God forgive even one like me?

Take off my hand, set me free

Bury it there both deep and wide

So I can join with those who died

Waters rise and wash the land

And save my soul with an open hand