With Hearts of flesh and walls of stone Be the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve Light a candle for every broken dream And all the world will burn Smoke arises from tall red chimneys And carry witness of an early grave Broken arrows and smothered limbs Tell me who am I to my next of kin? Like this father one day realize Rhat the son he used to be Is the one that stands before him Absorbing every blow So "love wins" yet another dismay While with indifference we're watching our children decay Our absolution is swollen and hollow The killing kind that reeks of disease Death, a gesture towards heaven Not mere serenity or a felicity of expression But a solemn gravity tugging towards life This basic human feature Of a creation gone astray The robe was torn apart As lots were cast that night