stormy night

 There's a baby crying in the storm

Crying save me Mama, I'm tired of being born

What is there in this whole world

Worth saving?

There's a man knowing,

Maybe thinking too much

Holding his woman

Away from his touch

Because, well the  half world is

Starving

And the storm blows on

And the baby's still crying

On a dark wet street

Where the mother is trying

To give it comfort and heat

And she tells it hush, don't cry

This world is dying

In these ruins you are lying

But you'll grow strong 

one day it won't be long

You'll build this world again

You'll do a better job than I

But I tried

And the storm blows on

And another baby, in a another town

is born