Sons Of...
Sons of the thieves and sons of the saints,
Who is the child with no complaint.
Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.
The same sweet smiles,
The same sad tears,
The cries at night,
The nightmare fears.
Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.
So long ago, long long ago.

But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms,
All of your children ran from your arms.
Threw fields of gold, through fields of ruin,
All of your children vanished too soon.
In towering ways, in walls of flesh,
Among fallen birds, trembling in death.
Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms,
All of your children ran from your arms.

Sons of your sons, or sons passing by,
Children we've lost in lullabies.
Sons of love, or sons of regret,
All of your sons you cannot forget.
Some built the roads, some wrote the poems,
Some went to war and some never came home.
Sons of your sons, or sons passing by,
Children we've lost in lullabies.

So long ago, long long ago.
Sons of the thieves and sons of the saints,
Who is the child with no complaint.
Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.
The same sweet smiles,
The same sad tears,
The cries at night,
The nightmare fears.
Sons of the great or sons unknown,
All were children like your own.
Like your own, like your own, like your own.
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this was song bt DAAS