Stro Elliot - Children lyrics

How is it possible to hate someone you never met In waiting rooms of hospitals A babies soon to measure his worth When through the door He feels no warmth of his fathers hand And earth becomes the floor he learns to crawl on Till an honest man is upright He hug tight to insecurity The fear of being vulnerable steers him from his purity And runs him from the only place within That knew his proper name The secret space he lived inside he grew Until the doctor came And smacked him till he started breathing Crash, into the art of reason Laughing is an act of treason Blasphemy to start believing And after he has had his season marked By every heartless lesion Hardened by his Eden In his garden he will starve this evening Mothers I see our struggle Fathers I hear our trouble Brothers we will recover Sisters we all need each other Mothers I see our struggle Fathers I hear our trouble Brothers we will recover Sisters we all need each other Love, with out it we just skin and bones Love, we crowd it with the things we own Love, we doubt it till we bring it home Love, we shout it till the kingdoms known, sing it now Love, what the powers that be try to keep us from Love, in the hour of need when you feel alone Love, to shower the seeds till we see them grown Love, I'm out on me knees until we see it shown Mothers I see our struggle Fathers I hear our trouble Brothers we will recover Sisters we all need each other Mothers I see our struggle Fathers I hear our trouble Brothers we will recover Sisters we all need each other I take a moment of his time To hold him and give mind To all he relives Find the hole he re-digs Bind his soul to a thick line The safety behind it The stone would have hit Eyes don't know where to find it When drawn in sand A psalm to man emptying every palm as hands Are balled into fits as they call to accuse But they fall from the list That they've drawn from the news And we all hypocrites if we saw what we choose Over life, over love, over dawn, over You And they ask what He's building and why does He bother A map for us children to find our own Father Mothers I see our struggle Fathers I hear our trouble Brothers we will recover Sisters we all need each other