Pick Yourself Up             
             
Midnight, our sons and daughters 
Were cut down and taken from us 
Hear their heartbeat... 
We hear their heartbeat 
In the wind 
We hear their laughter 
In the rain 
We see their tears 
Hear their heartbeat... 
We hear their heartbeat 
Night hangs like a prisoner 
Stretched over black and blue 
Hear their heartbeat... 
We hear their heartbeat 
In the trees 
Our sons stand naked 
Through the walls 
Our daughters cry 
See their tears in the rainfall

             
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