Golden Child Of God - Emitt Rhodes

Your eyes are swollen

Your eyes are swollen and sleepless

Those dreams of torment

Those dreams of torment and madness

Take your mother’s pain

And take your father’s grief

Never let them change

Or never set them free

No you can’t be hurt

You’re a golden child of God

Lift that heavy load

Your sweat will turn to blood

Your story seldom told

You never fall in love

No, you can’t be hurt

You’re a golden child of God

Your eyes are swollen

Your eyes are swollen and sleepless

Those dreams of torment

Those dreams of torment and madness

Help your fellow man

Your cause is great and good

Your temple made of sand

No trace of where it stood

No you can’t be hurt

You’re a golden child of God

La la la la …