Each Small Candle Lyrics - Roger Waters

Not the torturer will scare me 

Nor the body's final fall 

Nor the barrels of death's rifles 

Nor the shadows on the wall 

Nor the night when to the ground 

The last dim star of pain, is hurled 

But the blind indifference 

Of a merciless, unfeeling world 

Lying in the burnt out shell 

Of some Albanian farm 

An old Babushka 

Holds a crying baby in her arms 

A soldier from the other side 

A man of heart and pride 

Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle 

To kneel by her side 

He gives her water 

Binds her wounds 

And calms the crying child 

A touch gives absolution then 

Across the great divide 

He picks his way back through the broken 

China of her life 

And there at the curb 

The samaritan Serb turns and waves ... goodbye 

And each small candle 

Lights a corner of the dark 

Each small candle 

Lights a corner of the dark 

Each small candle lights a corner of the dark 

When the wheel of pain stops turning 

And the branding iron stops burning 

When the children can be children 

When the desperados weaken 

When the tide rolls into greet them 

And the natural law of science 

Greets the humble and the mighty 

And the billion candles burning 

Lights the dark side of every human mind 

Each small candle 

Each small candle (repeated) 

Each small candles lights the dark side of every human mind 

And each small candle 

Lights a corner of the dark