A father knows
What it means to lose control
A baby only knows
Of dark and pain
An angel knows
All the scars on the soul
And that sunlight
Shines brighter through the rain
A kingdom, ruled by little boys and girls
A shadow that’s not brighter than their eyes
A journey through a valley
More dangerous than this world
They’ll lead the way,
They know it, they are wise
Cherub Station
Tiny wings, blue eyes, soft golden hair
We’re a cherub nation
In search of heaven
Well I thought that we were there
Listening carefully
To little choir voices harmonize
We’re listening toward the wrong direction
These voices are descending from the skies
The womb of god, so promising
So delicate and new
Provides what it promises
They didn’t say
There comes no pain with truth
Cherub Station
Tiny wings, blue eyes, soft golden hair
We’re a cherub nation
In search of heaven
Well I thought that we were there
No need to speak for those passed
They knew so much more than we can say
Believe me, they will not be the last
They didn’t get the chance to learn how anyway
Cherub Station
Tiny wings, blue eyes, soft golden hair
We’re a cherub nation
In search of heaven
Well I thought that we were there
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