The Innocent`s Corner Lyrics

The Innocent`s Corner lyrics

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 



So she fell to her knees as she cried, 

"In the Innocent's Corner I'll hide." 

You came around and lifted 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 may 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 



So 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