The Innocent's Corner

The Innocent's Corner - Caedmon's Call

Huddled in the light of a cellular billboard

A family of four is a nation at war

In her head are the echoes of weeping

Of children the Sunday before

The promises made by her father

Are no match for hunger's incline

And she fell to her knees as she cried

In the Innocent's corner I'll hide

You came around and lifter her up with the angels beside

Would she be denied

Ours is a land with a terrible shortage

Of harvests to share and breathable air

And a reason to live could be too hard to find

Like a wage or a dime

But we sit here debating the meaning of justice

With self-righteous spin and an upper caste grin

We're still suffocating on quicksand indifference

Where no choice is ever that hard

And she fell to her knees as she cried

In the Innocent's corner she'll hide

You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside

The promises made by her Father

Would curb any hunger inside

And she fell

You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside

And she fell to her knees as she cried

In the Innocent's corner she'll hide

You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside