Vrs 1.

Don't you love it, love it, love it love it...
Small town, small minds
Two small childs dead beside a grotto

Extinguished - times out
No more lifelines
Society turned a blind eye

Exposure
They were deaf to her child's cries
Exposure
They were deaf to her child's cries

Expulsion, exposure...

No more left to say but mind crimes over the masses
They ruled through masses and mass congregrations
They took this child and her child's life
Her cross bared her stripped her
Not even time for stations
No explanation why their final destination was this grotto...
Losing in this lotto.

This life is cold- we got it
From the 'get-go'
Girl from the ghetto
- Girl and child in grotto
I hope we build a better future
But sometimes it feels like we on our last lego'
So, we built - with time
But time's gone
Ask the devil
At church and state level'

We need to hear the truth and love it when it's said ooo

She used to be a lonely woman
But now she ain't lonely no more'

Vrs 2.

She used to be a lonely woman
She used to count those nights alone
She used to lock the bolt on the door
Yeah, but now she ain't lonely no more'

Those things that we keep within
Young mothers I don't know where to begin

Ain't nothing left from where she have been
- Except love
And'
She's always been ready to commit to this love
Watch it rise to the skies like a dove and above all
She shines on like the star that she are in love

We are love
We are so far

We are in love
That's why she ain't lonely no more...