Child of ashes and child without home
Where will you run in the night?
Child of broken flesh and bones
Where will you go to hide?

Heroes won't help poor folks like you
Blood on their hands, dust in their shoes
Heroes will hunt you and lead you astray
Don't cry now my child, here you can stay

Safe in the arms of those who know
That you deserve a place
Safe in the hands of those below
We can watch the world decay