I've wept for those who suffer long,
But how I weep for those who've gone.
Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong,
But keep on killing.
It's in the soul to feel such things,
But weak to watch without speaking.
Oh what mercy sadness brings,
If God be willing.

There is a train that's heading straight
To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate.
And on the way, child and man
And woman wait, watch and wait.
For redemption day.

Fire rages in the streets,
And swallow everything it meets.
It's just an image often seen,
On television.

Come leaders, come you men of great,
Let us hear you pontificate.
Your many virtues laid to waste
And we aren't listening.
What do you have for us today,
Throw us a bone but save the plate.
Oh why we waited til so late,
Was there no oil to excavate
No riches in trade for the fate
Of every person who died in hate
Throw us a bone, you men of great.

There is a train that's heading straight
To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate.
And on the way, child and man
And woman wait, watch and wait.
For redemption day.

It's buried in the countryside,
It's exploding in the shells of night,
It's everywhere a baby cries,
Freedom, freedom.
Freedom, freedom.
Freedom.

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