In The Land of Far Away

I would, if I could, wash my child’s feet with perfume, not tears
Brush away fears with soft tresses, a silken towel
Soothe flesh with oils not acid rain
Rewrite the story of our godless crucifixion
In gentle lullabies and sweet dreams
And safe bedtime tales

But lands burn and skin burns and hearts burn
Beneath war-ridden skies and a ruler’s lies
And we wait for the giant killer to climb
Into the clouds with an axe
To cut down the madness and murder
Lance the poison
Write us our happy ever after
Here in the Land of Far Away