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Build a trust with a child
who you made and then take that trust away.
Why you did it? Why you took it?
DonÂ’t you realize that thereÂ’s only this one life?
DonÂ’t you know that when itÂ’s all broken
you canÂ’t build it again?
Blame a child who you made
for your own mistakes and blindness.
But itÂ’s not fair, itÂ’s not fair at all.

C:
Little child, little child is
whispering her wishes to the wind
and hoping that tomorrow will be better day.
And that tomorrow never comes she knows.
But sheÂ’s trying anyway.
Little child, little child is
fighting her war between dark and bright
and all the time sheÂ’s thinking that she must be right.
ThereÂ’s just no one to tell her that her heart is good
sheÂ’s just surrounded by so many bad things.
And when the night comes she will write her stories
to her little notebook,
just to survive to see another chaotic day.
Whispers to the wind,
whispers to the wind,
whispers to the wind.

Tell all those bad things of this world
tell your own worries, let that child carry
your worries and get crushed under it all.
Why you did it? Why you took that trust for life away?
DonÂ’t you realize that thereÂ’s only this one life?
DonÂ’t you know that when you break that trust
thereÂ’s never turning back?
And itÂ’s not fair, itÂ’s not fair at all.

07/12