The lights go out each evening at eleven. And up and down our block there's not a sound. I close my eyes and search for peaceful slumber. And just then the local memory comes around.
Well I used to walk stooped. From the weight of my tears. I just started laying my burdens down. I used to duck bullets from the rifle of fear. I just started laying my burdens down.
It's not supposed to be that way. You're supposed to know I love you. But it don't matter anyway. If I can't be there to control you. Like the other little children why.