Tears

Take me away while I can still cry & make sure my children get the inheritance alright, lead me to a land of sunshine and rain, before the nukes can make a permanent stain, On the heart’s of the children in Uzbekistan, And the old men of Pakistan, With my youngest daughter, Jan, But watch out for the general’s devious plan, I can’t cry on the cold and windy night, but on a sunny Saturday it feels just right, don’t make my little girl cry, or buddy the steamboat is gonna have to make you die, With his smiles and overwhelming anxiety, About children and their simplicity, Pay no attention when he screams, “DON’T LOOK AT ME!!!” Cause he just likes us and wants to be free, I’ve lost my tears and all my chances to be sad, but I can’t get discouraged or it’ll make me mad, as I lie on the floor waiting for the end I can’t help but distinguish between an enemy and a friend, By saying that an enemy is my friend, When he opens his heart up at the very end, But I say that my enemy is not my friend, When he keeps all the bacon and leaves in the end,