A Child Is an Open Book - Damien Dempsey, Kate Tempest

We’re all born without hate

We’re all born without hate

A child is an open book

So please people, don’t mess them up

A child is an open book

So please people, don’t mess them up

A child is an open book

So please people, don’t mess them up

A child is an open book

So please people, don’t mess them up

We’re all born without hate

We’re all born without hate

I took a breath and in it were the screams

Of every grieving mother and daughter

The heaving of the water thick with oil, dreaming of the prisoner

Staring at the walls and imagining the kisses of her son

And I was sickened by the fumes, the cities on its knees

Blood dripping from the teeth of the kids who walk the streets

The junkie with the baby in her womb

Numb beneath the stranger in her room

But then I took a step and with it I walked past

The feeling there’s nothing I can do to help or grasp with any certainty

Life is ours to take care of, you can’t love what you’re scared of

And love is the key, I took another breath and with it I was sure

No matter what’s to come or what has been before

We have the right now, the right here to make peace with

No hidden truths, no secrets, we have all the answers already

We were born without hate, eyes wide, hearts heavy

Skies full of lightning, tonight the clouds bellies are purple

And ready to rain, what’s pleasure to the man who has never known pain

We’re all born without hate

We’re all born without hate

We were born without any bitter blood

If you hold the hand of hatred you reject the hand of love

We were born without any bitter blood

If you hold the hand of hatred you reject the hand of love

A child is an open book

So please people, don’t mess them up

A child is an open book

So please people, don’t mess them up

We’re all born without hate

We’re all born without hate

A child is an open book

So please people, don’t mess them up

A child is an open book

So please people, don’t mess them up

A child is an open book

So please people, don’t mess them up

A child is an open book

So please people, don’t mess them up