Lyrics - Crying For Help Iv by Arena

Who makes these choices
Who waves the final hand
When wisdom is more thanage or reason
Who makes these choices
Who makes the final stand
When solitude is allthat you believe
It's all the same
And you really should have known
It's all the same
When your heart grows coldand you're all alone
This has no name
This feeling that
I used to know
It's here again
I can see the tortured soulsas they cry for help
Take my hand
I'll lead you through thetraps and snares
Take my hand
I'll feed you and
I'll clothe you like
My only child
There is nothing left to fear
My only child
There is nothing leftto hurt you now!
Who makes these choices
Who waves the final hand
When all around
I hear the sound
Of pleading for a helping hand
Who makes those choices
Who makes the final stand
When far away
I hear them say
They couldn't give a damn....
Give a damn!
They're crying for help....
Help me!
They're crying for help...
Help me!
They're crying for help...
Help me!
They're crying for help...
Help me!

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