text: I carried you in my arms
  Through the hotel to our room
  The night was filled with music
  Those old historic tunes
  Songs of revolution
  Filled our hearts and fed our souls
  As the fireworks exploded
  Like those cannons long ago
  See the kids in the candlelight
  Spirits on the mend
  Every golden child tonight
  Just changes on the wind
  See the kids in the candlelight
  See them shining bright
  Innocence beyond the fight
  See the kids in the candlelight
  Five hundred wooden saints below
  The colors cracked and dry
  You said their stories should be told
  Did they suffer when they died?
  Give us your tradition
  Give us hope and send us home
  Well be the cracked bells tolling
  The voice of dust and bones
  The pillow that you dream on
  Lies rolled up on the floor
  You tossed it at the TV screen
  At the drug lord and his war
  Thinking of the courtyard
  Forced a tear from your eye
  The white shirts in the moonlight
  The warm forgiving smiles
  Yeah, yeah, yeah