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A child in the night Cursed to survive Love like quicksand And deflowered maid in tow My woes Yet I wandered through the gilded halls A dreadful daughter of wretched martyr Sick to marrow and to bone Your fevered mother would care and bother And love her like one of her own Her words: [Ian Anderson] The word of Christ tells us to forgive transgressions (Save me) It is through Him we can distinguish right from wrong (Scold me) A penurious handmaid gave birth to a girl in our carе (Cleanse me) Wе are compelled to persevere in place of the estranged father Until his return Bestowed upon my weary head Was a secret (Veiled and untold) But your mother was dying faster And by my penance, in disarray Her ruin looking on A delinquent's confession Death Her bane and protector Placidly waited 'neath the scorching moon For yield A descendant daughter Snow made white the street of her dreams And on that night I authored said theme: Through these words I extend my hand to salvation (For grace) And this writ may overturn the rich and reward the poor (Forever) You have learned that my blood has flown to clandestine bournes (My sins) And I reject pre-destined wealth in the den of iniquity Tragic, the idle hands of progeny Reclaim your souls There is a rising tide of sorrow Sister There is a rising tide of sorrow Brother There is a rising tide of sorrow Sister The rise of waxing sun tomorrow