Roger Waters - Each Small Candle Lyrics
Not the torturer will scare meNor the body's final fallNor the barrels of death's riflesNor the shadows on the wallNor the night when to the groundThe last dim star of pain, is heldBut the blind indifferenceOf a merciless unfeeling worldLying in the burnt out shellOf some Albanian farmAn old BabushkaHolds a crying baby in her armsA soldier from the other sideA man of heart and prideBreaks ranks, lays down his rifleAnd kneels by her sideHe binds her woundsHe gives her foodAnd calms the crying childShe gives him absolution thenAcross the great divideHe picks his way back through the brokenChina of her lifeAnd there at the kerbThe samaritan Serb turns..Turns and waves.. goodbyeAnd each small candleLights a corner of the dark