Crying Freedom: Back in 1974

She holds her child tightly
To her chest, while everything burns,
With all this civil unrest
And Bombs dropped from the Sky,
A home for the slaughtered
A victim dropped to his knees,
The mother rushes
Holding her child's head to her chest,
The gun fires, man drops to the floor,
The gun fires, another innocent victim,
Homes burning with bodies inside,
The ground is shaking,
The air is poison, but there she goes,
Lives shattered; thousands covered in blood,
A mother on the run,
A mother who cares only for her child.

Fire! Burn!
There goes society,
Into the history books she wrote (x2)

Reach across the river,
To the other side to breathe freedom,
But with the hundreds of bombs and gunshots,
Her chances are slim,
She looks for shelter along the way,
The child's' screaming but no sound is heard,
Her adrenaline is kicking in,
Bodies still burning,
Gunshots ringing through her ears,
Now the civilians retaliate,
With any weapon they can find,
The soldiers overpowering,
The bombs keep landing,
No stop for the mother
Who's crying for her child's freedom,
Child gripping her shoulder,
Mother shelters her child,
Inches from the river,
Clasping her breath,
And now the soldier blasts her (line x3)

Fire! Burn!
There goes society,
Into the history books she wrote (x2)

The child falls to the ground,
But the soldiers taken from the bomb blast,
Yell, Yell, Yell,
There go the homes, the men,
There go the lives of the struggling class,
And there goes the civilian rescuing the child,
Bringing it to freedom.