It's in the thick smoke I see
Hopeless eyes hollowed with fear
Cold and alone, the young grow abused
No one will walk 
through the fire unscathed

It's in the rotting stench of greed
That the candle lights grow dim
Footsteps echoe on the dark face of death
tomorrow brings 
Another mothers tears

It's through the dense fog they reach
With desperate hands year after year
Indifferantly, we tie the noose
No one will live
Unless they are saved

It's in the path of hatreds stare
That our mercy is gone from them
Sick and infected, our solid gold path
Bystanders
Of another mothers tears

Crying out their fears
A lonely mothers tears
After all the aching years
Another mothers tears