Child of ashes and child without homeWhere will you run in the night?Child of broken flesh and bonesWhere will you go to hide?Heroes won't help poor folks like youBlood on their hands, dust in their shoesHeroes will hunt you and lead you astrayDon't cry now my child, here you can staySafe in the arms of those who knowThat you deserve a placeSafe in the hands of those belowWe can watch the world decay