As much cringe as it could bring me, this will remain here... But I will be releasing new material as of 2022 (peep the link) I sing better now, too. Prom
A child is born unto a world he’ll never know
Questions for a father that has left him cold
He knows the rain he knows the snow
He knows the pain, becoming old
all the loss of life, burning up the sky
Rain is washing down, burning up the ground.
A child is born unto the world, falling apart
Questions for a father that has no heart
He knows the fight and he knows the gun
He knows the plight of a world undone
all the loss of life, burning up the sky
Rain is washing down, burning up the ground.
Whoa-whoa-whoa- war
Whoa-whoa-whoa- war
