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