The Camp

I saw children through a fence
Standing by blue canvas tents
I called to them, they move like ghosts
Gliding silent and remote
A girl who smiled was a straight lie
Looked like a creature out of time
A grey boy burned by cigarettes
Pushed his scarred hands through the fence
When I turned, and tried to run
I saw ten thousand children
Were laid in lines wrapped in white sheets
Along a godforsaken street
I prayed an angel from the clouds
Would free the children, free them, oh oh
I prayed and waited for an age
I waited but no angel came
I prayed an angel from the clouds
Would free the children, free them, oh oh
I prayed and waited for an age
I waited but no angel came
I prayed an angel from the clouds
Would free the children, free them, oh oh
I prayed and waited for an age
I waited but no angel came
I prayed an angel from the clouds
Would free the children, free them, oh oh
I prayed and waited for an age
I waited but no angel came
I prayed an angel would come, but no angel came
I prayed an angel would come, but no angel came
I prayed an angel would come, but no angel came
I prayed an angel would come, but no angel came