Well, we started out
With you just likin' me, baby
There came a turnabout
Where "no" became "maybe"

When these clouds pass by
Like black cotton in the sky
In a mystery trance
Still we want - and wonder why ...

Alone we're born - all alone we die
Being alone's the only thing - that makes the children cry
It's sometimes frightening - just like lightning

To the children ...

A whip cracks like thunderclaps
Across a child's face
Abuse borne in a parent
Lost in time and space

Is there no certain cure
No way to be sure
They won't swim in the bottle
Hatred's a drug so pure

Alone we're born - all alone we die
Being alone's the only thing - that makes the children cry
It's sometimes frightening - just like lightning

To the children ...

When these clouds pass by
Like black cotton in the sky
In a mystery trance
Still we want - and wonder why ...

Alone we're born - all alone we die
Being alone's the only thing - that makes the children cry
It's sometimes frightening - just like lightning

To the children ...
 
 

an excerpt from
"Like Lightning To The Children"
(initial demo version - guitar only)
 

Lyrics by Al Tavers/ Music by Sean Smith
copyright 1997 LanSea Ltd./ Jackal Enterprises/ Pentacle Records
All Rights Reserved