People, don't you understand
this child needs a helping hand
she's going to be an angry young moon some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way
Well the moon turns
and a hungry little girl with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the Empire
And her hunger burns
so she starts to roam the streets at night
and she learns how to steal
and she learns how to fight
In the Empire
Then one night in desperation
the young girl breaks away
She heroquests, finds a bat,
tries to run, but she tames a bear
And her mothers cry
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young moon face down in the sky with a gun in her hand In the Empire
And as their new moon turns,
on a cold and gray Rinliddi morn',
another little baby child is born
In the Empire
And her mothers cry
In the Empire
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