Cradle

A killer was born this night

His parents – hate and fear

Closed him gently in their arms

And gave him a shelter

Love is mad – cradle 's tight

Whips so soft – gay and light

But every light goes out – sooner or later

And darkness is his only fellowship

Hush, cute fragile butterfly!

The cradle knows your dirty secrets

Don’t miss your chance to see the dawn

This night is dark and full of violence

Sometimes it’s the light in our life

Which burn our wings and make us suffer

 For the rest of our life

And there will be no justice

                                                               For no one …