Shadows have fallen with one simple trace
They have told me to keep in place
I can't forget of that time when the face of an angel
Beheld all the rest
Its plots of disfortune that lead to that grave
And tears of the molders that paved the way for
The small minds with loud cries that attempted to shed death to the foreigners that didn't hold out their hands
So the sharp pangs of guilt that kept us up at night
Were mistaken for knives caught on our backs
And this is the last time sorry is in my mind
I'll accept the differences and zip these lips with shame
