The Child

glorious light covers him tonight him: unaware and silent, six years old and sleeping the rest of us: dying and waiting for him to grow old old enough to save us yeah so save us green glorious light covers him tonight one hundred twenty volts wired to his soul but beyond the hills a shadow is falling through the valley of ashes where death meets destruction yeah so lead us the reign of death will die and we will strike keeping on his perseverance merits preservation our enemies sails will hang on broken masts an their tackle will be rendered useless sometimes it takes the mind of a child to overcome if it's what you've found trust what you see ask: is there something wrong with this picture and take it over