North Child Crying
by Rob Glaser

I came from the north in a chariot bound
For the warmth of the sun of fire that I'd found.
I found my wheel in a pit of flame.
I found my soul without a name.
And in the heat my life to blame
For sights that I had not conceived,
For lies that I had not believed,
For tales I'd woven undeceived,
I fell.
And awoken from a sad dream, I see what I can.
The coldest frost and hazy view torturing a man.
I feel your life is nearing mine.
Oh please, no more, I'm going blind
For sights that I had not conceived,
For lies that I had not believed,
For tales I'd woven undeceived,
I'm crying now, I'm crying now, I'm crying now.
A dying man has come to earth.
His death began upon his birth.
Now he must run for all he's worth
For sights that he had not conceived,
For lies that he had not believed,
For tales he'd woven undeceived,
Oh try now, oh try now, oh try now, oh try now.
Look behind you, look behind you, look behind you.
Look behind you, I see a sign, I see a sign, I see a sign.
I came from the north in a chariot bound for the warmth of the sun.
It's all run past in a leap of flame, and I'm back where I've begun.
Can anyone help me now?
Can anyone help me now?
Can anyone help me now?
Can anybody help me now?
Can anybody help?
Can anybody help me?
Can anybody help me?
Can anybody help?

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