MY DAUGHTERS
by Griselda Steiner
MY DAUGHTERS
NAKED ANGELS
LED TO SLAUGHTER
MY SWEET GIRLS
FLOWERING
IN A CRUEL, CRUEL WORLD
WHO HOLDS YOUR HANDS
UNTIL YOU WEAR
A WEDDING BAND
IN THE DESERTS
I SEE YOU TOIL
IN THE JUNGLES
YOUR SMALL HANDS BLEED
IN THE MOUNTAINS
BURDENS SHAPE YOUR BACK
IN THE RIVERS
YOUR FEET ARE SOILED
MY DAUGHTERS
NAKED ANGELS
LED TO SLAUGHTER
MY SWEET GIRLS
FLOWERING
IN A CRUEL,' CRUEL WORLD
OH COME TO ME
YOU STARVING SOULS
I KISS YOUR FACE, YOUR EYES SO OLD
WHILE YOUR BROTHER
GROWS TO RULE
YOUR POOR STRICT WORLD
YOUR LIFE BEQUEATHS THE DUST
THEY CUT THE PLEASURE
FROM YOU LOINS
THE CORD - YOU WON'T
INHERIT THE WORLD
WHEN YOU MARRY
WILL YOU BE HIS
ONLY WIFE, A LONELY WIFE
YOUR CHILDREN
WILL YOU HOLD THEM
SAFE IN YOUR LOVING ARMS
I WILL HOLD YOUR HANDS
TEAR OFF THE WEDDING BAND
I GIVE YOU MY VOICE
THE WIND TO DRY YOUR TEARS
WILL YOU FOLLOW
BURNT OUT GODS IN THE RAIN
OR MY LOVE ON A
RAINBOW TO THE SUN