Each Small Candle (Live June 2000)

Not the torturer will scare me

Nor the body's final fall

Nor the barrels of death's rifles

Nor the shadows on the wall

Nor the night when to the ground

The last dim star of pain is held

But the blind indifference

Of a merciless unfeeling world

Lyin' in the burnt out shell of some Albanian farm

An old babushka holds a cryin' baby in her arms

A soldier from the other side

A man of heart and pride

Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle to kneel by her side

He gives her water, binds her wounds

And calms the cryin' child

Her touch gives absolution then across the great divide

He picks his way back through the broken china of her life

And there at the curb, the Samaritan serb

Turns and waves goodbye

And each small candle (Each small candle)

Lights a corner of the dark (lights a corner of the dark)

Each small candle (Each small candle)

Lights a corner of the dark (lights a corner of the dark)

(Each small candle lights a corner of the dark)

When the wheel of pain stops turnin'

(And the brandin' iron stop burnin')

When the children can be children

(When the desperadoes weaken)

When the tide rolls in to greet them

(And the natural law of science)

Greets the humble and the mighty

(And a billion candles burnin')

(Lights the dark side of every human mind)

Each small candle

Each small candle

Each small candle

Hey, hey, hey

Each small candle

Each small candle

Whoa, whoa, oh, yeah

Each            small candle lights the dark side of every human mind

And each small candle (Each small candle)

Lights a corner

Of the dark