each small candle - Laasi Streitzig gewidmet

each small candle - Laasi Streitzig gewidmet

Roger Waters
each small candle

Not the torturer will scare me
Nor the body's final fall
Nor the barrels of death’s rifles
Nor the shadows on the wall
Nor the night when to the ground
The last dim star of pain is hurled
But the blind indifference of a merciless
unfeeling world
Lying in the burned out shell
Of some Albanian farm
An old babushka holds a crying baby In her arms.
A soldier from the other side
Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle to kneel by her side
He gives her water
Binds her wounds
And calms the crying child
Her touch gives absolution then
Across the great divide
He picks his way back through the broken
China of her life
And there at the curb
The Samaritan Serb
Turns and waves goodbye
And each small candle Lights a corner of the dark
Each small candle Lights a corner of the dark
Each small candle Lights a corner of the dark
And the wheel of pain stops turning
And the branding iron stops burning
And the children can be children
When the desperados weaken
When the tide rolls into greet them
And the natural law of science
Greets the humble and the mighty
And a billion candles burning
Light the dark side of every human mind
Each small candle Lights a corner of the dark