a cry for help a hint of anesthesia the sound from broken homes we used to always meet here as he lays asleep she takes him in her arms some things i have to do but i don t mean you harm a worried parent s glance a kiss a last goodbye hands him the bag she packed the tears she tries to hide a cruel wind that bows down to our lunacy and leaves him standing cold here in this colony i can t see why all these confrontations i can t see why all these dislocations no family life this makes me feel uneasy stood alone here in this colony in this colony in this colony in this colony in this colony dear god in his wisdom took you by the hand god in his wisdom made you understand god in his wisdom took you by the hand god in his wisdom made you understand god in his wisdom took you by the hand god in his wisdom made you understand god in his wisdom took you by the hand god in his wisdom made you understand in this colony in this colony in this colony in this colony3