I shall kill myself upstream,
So my blood gently flows...

Oh, holiest of angels,
I pray to you this night...

I came to you for help,
I was calling, reaching out to you...

I couldn’t save you.
I tried to pull you...

I hold you softly in my hand,
And think of what is to come...

They are watching you.
They know you are failing...

Do you cry for the life of an unborn child
Who’s face you have not seen...

Tin soldiers cry in the night
As you try to sleep...