Small Thing - Barton Carroll
Composer：Barton Carroll
Producer：Barton Carroll
Listen to me son and I'll tell you
I was a girl in Berlin
I still seem young
But I'll tell you how the Russians came in
We were like sisters
Mother and I
She was the older
Crazed and resigned
I was the younger
Naive enough to survive
Some of us got children
Some of us got sick
We were at the mercy of the enemy
The first pack of broken dogs
To chew through the frozen wall of Stalingrad
Drone through the Fatherland silently insane
The next pack were green
And raged like a flood
Closing in on my Berlin
And the smell of blood
Holding me down
Facing the light
I laid on my back with all my might
Lord God let the walls melt into the door
Let my skin grow o'er and heal my sore
I heard that our brothers and fathers
Did the same on their side
I heard that all brothers and all fathers
Do the same during war time
I was a child I was on the wrong side
I was broken in by broken men with draining eyes
War sleeps deep in a man
Long after guns are gone
He loses care for small things
And I I was a small thing
