Sins of Children
Martha Helen Johnson
Down on bended knees
Words are whispered low
Confessing sins
They must invent
Harmless fantasies
Penance they must pay
And their souls
Must all be saved
You call them the sins of children
And children must be brave
You call them the sins of children
And children, children must all be saved
Angry voices heard
From another room
Afraid to move
Afraid to cry
And if they should die
Before the morning breaks
Pray their souls Someone will take
You call them the sins of children
And children must be brave
You call them the sins of children
And children, children must all be saved
They must be saved