A song about human trafficking
by Cary Kembla. Performances and production by the folks at Studio X, Nashville, Tennessee
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IT WON'T BE LONG
Arms round your shoulders
You hear the truck door slam
It's so dark inside
You can't even see your hands
You are crying all alone
In a cage of steel
But a torch soon will be shone
And oh it won't be long
On your empty pillow
Lies a lone hair strand
Teddy bears and photographs
Keep watch from the bedside stand
They're all praying every day
And they will be met
Cos you soon will be home
And oh it won't be long
Tears drops from nightmares
Soak your mattress on the floor
Devils and demons keep you up til dawn
But the morning will be breaking soon
When you wake up they'll be gone
It's alright, it won't be long
In your dreams you dance through flowered fields again
With a warm breeze blowing in your hair
How you long to come outside
And see the sparrows fly
But you'll soon hear their song
And oh it won't be long
Rain slashes sideways
Your tiny sails are torn
Seems like you're being tossed in
A never ending storm
But the sun has started streaming through
So just hold on fast, stay strong
It's alright, it won't be long
It's alright, it won't be long
© 2020 Cary Kembla
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