Each Small Candle.. Lights A Corner Of The Dark

[walldude]

Not the torturer shall 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 hurled,
But the blind indifference of
A merciless, unfeeling world.

Lying in the burnt out shell
Of some Albanian farm
An old babushka holds a crying
Baby in her arms.
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 crying 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 kerb
The Samaritan Serb
Turns and waves goodbye.

And each small candle lights a corner of the dark,
Each small candle lights a corner of the dark,
Each small candle lights a corner of the dark and
The wheel of pain stops turning
And the branding iron stops burning
And the children can be children
When the desperados 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 burning light
The dark side of every human mind.

Each small candle lights a corner of the dark....

The first verse was written by a torture victim. The story behind this song is here:

http://www.roger-waters.com/candle.html