And now, Crescendo plays..."Cat's In The Cradle" for you.
The sun never shines where i live;
The wind never blows the clouds away;
Doesn't anyone have a little spare love to give;
So this child can feel warm some day?
Where can i stay;
Can't someone help me?
This is what i pray.
I want to run under the pretty blue sky.
Is this child's wish so wrong?
If it is, then please let me die.
Where can we stay;
Can't someone help us?
This is what we pray.
Some of us have died.
Or is it, they have just
Found a new place to hide?
Where can i stay?
Who can help the us;
Life has made me become?
Up in the wide sunny sky.
But, the cold dark night
Still makes me sigh;
Where can we stay?
Who can help the us
Life has made me become?
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