Cry To Heaven

I found a black bere` on the street today It was lying in the gutter all torn. There`s a white flag flying on a tall building But the kids just watch the storm. Their dirty faces pressed on the windows Shattered glass before their eyes. There`s mad dog barking in a burned out subway Where the sniper sleeps at night. No birthday songs to sing again Just bricks and stones to give them. Wrap them up in your father`s flags And let me cry to heaven. No birthday songs to sing again . . . There are many graves by a cold lake As the beds were when your babies are born. And your rag doll sits with a permanent grin But the kids just watch the storm. I saw a black cat tease a white mouse Until he killed it with his claws. Seems a lot of countries do the same thing Before they go to war. No birthday songs to sing again . . . No birthday songs to sing again . . . Let them cry to heaven - Let them cry to heaven - Let them cry to heaven!