| May Our Daughters Return Home |
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| In this city of dead women |
| Breezes blow subdued |
| People run from the night stalker |
| Hiding sordid truths |
| May our daughters return home |
| May our daughters return home |
| It’s cold in the desert |
| Pink crosses fly |
| Advertising the absence |
| Of a young girl’s life |
| Pale hearts and quiet bodies |
| Mothers fight and cry |
| No-one told you |
| But they are all our daughters too |
