i carried you in my arms through the hotel to our room the night was filled with music those old historic tunes songs of revolution filled our hearts and fed our souls as the fireworks exploded like those cannons long ago see the kids in the candlelight spirits on the mend every golden child tonight just changes on the wind see the kids in the candlelight see them shining bright innocence beyond the fight see the kids in the candlelight five hundred wooden saints below the color s cracked and dry you said their stories should be told did they suffer when they died give us your tradition give us hope and send us home we ll be the cracked bells tolling the voice of dust and bones the pillow that you dream on lies rolled up on the floor you tossed it at the tv screen at the drug lord and his war thinking of the courtyard forced a tear from your eye the white shirts in the moonlight the warm forgiving smiles yeah yeah yeah 