In your cradle you sit with your pacifier fine

You will forget with the passing of the time that is mine

Your innocence will stay as you laugh and you play

And I won't tell you that babies are dying, miles away

Pure white cradle that my little girl roams

Too bad every day little girls are stolen from their homes

And right in this world at the moment you breath

People are dying under their rose and their wreath

Clueless little eyes that have not seen darkness

I am afraid mine are dull from the starkness

So little child, let me sing you a lullaby

We can all forget all the people that emptily wave goodbye