Let the child cry, I am the saviour Passing your soul, to a trial of judgement Anguished youth, turn in reqieum Lasting memories of a family Welcomed to a flowing river of anger Scarred for life Blood...
(trad jazz on radio) (woman sobbing) (man) Crying isn't going to help. I just can't help it. Aw, Dory... I've known about it for days. I didn't want to say anything until I was sure, but I've known....