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Light in the Hall

Fred Small
Language: English



[1991]
Album "Jaguar"
Scritta da Fred Small con Jayne Habe

Insieme a I Will Stand Fast, un'altra canzone di Fred Small contro violenza sui bambini.
There's a light in the hall
There's a crack in the doorway lets it into my room
Tells me everything tells me everything
I curl up in a ball
Try to slide in the crack between the bed and the wall
I am falling I am falling

Daddy they'll know
I'll walk funny and they'll know I've been bad
Daddy please don't please don't please don't
I'm shaking all over
I squeeze my legs together just as tight as I can
You can't you can't you can okay okay okay

I see the tree through the window
The tree is my friend
I see the moon through the clouds
And the stars without end
I am flying away I am dying

Is there a cradle big enough for this little girl
It wouldn't have to be so very big
For a girl and a teddy bear and a patchwork quilt
It's waiting somewhere for me

Don't you tell anyone
If you know what's good for you
And your little sister don't you love your sister
And who would believe you
Just a little girl with a big imagination
Everyone knows me I'm an important man

I get ready for school
My hair is brushed and pulled tight in a bow
But I am dirty I am dirty
Mommy puts on my coat
Red and purple blotches up and down my legs
She won't look at me she won't look at me

I will run to the park
I will climb on the swing
I will swing so high
Up above everything
Till a cloud takes me away

Is there a cradle big enough for this little girl
It wouldn't have to be so very big
For a girl and a teddy bear and a patchwork quilt
It's waiting somewhere for me

Now I am grown
On a silver chain I wear a pretty stone
A friend gave me to say she loves me
And to say I can love
And to say I am worthy of it
It is not easy it is not easy

Sometimes I scream
Sometimes I weep like the little girl
I never was I never was
I tell the story
Somebody stole my life but I'm taking it back
I can see colors I can see colors now

Tracing the truth through the tangle of lies
Forgiving myself what I did to survive
I am living I am living

Is there a cradle big enough for this little girl
It wouldn't have to be so very big
For a girl and a teddy bear and a patchwork quilt
It's waiting somewhere for me

Contributed by Alessandro - 2009/9/20 - 16:18



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