Split his ribs open using my bare hands but I could not repair all of the damage Built of milk and flesh so meek and mild But I know, if he’d lived, He’d have grown to be wild
They broke him and they beat him and break he did They took him from me, my baby, and break he did
His skin went white as chalk, his limbs turned soft and limp I cradled him through those moments of weakness And watched him drift between the worlds of living and dead Until he sunk down into the pavement
They broke him and they beat him and break he did They took him from me, my baby, and break he did
And he laid there for days In the cold and the wind But I could not breathe life back in I tried to fill up his lungs With the air from my own But he did not wake up again No, he didn’t
Split his ribs open using my bare hands but I could not repair all of the damage