Caring Breeds the Horror
Justin Greaves, Daniel Änghede
Dying horses
No one cares for them
Except the girl who ride on its back
A child dies
And someone will say
You'll get over it all
Time will heal your wounds
A stranger is shot
You start to run
There’s a freak on the roof
He might fall
A man with a snare
Would you look away?
Only if he was not a friend
Maybe you should care for those
Right next to you
You'd start to grow
You don't need to hide
You’ll blossom
You could not see for all the shame
Maybe you should care for those
Right next to you
You'd start to grow
You don't need to hide
You'll blossom