(Singing) As long as I believe, I remember this scene.
Your little fists banging like hammer.
Banging on the glass, slam it, almost crash, tears falling like rain.
Little one, oh, my little one, how could I ever forget that day you shouted
“Break it! Break it!”
It rang like a bell all day.
It’s been a lifetime since your banging with your fist,
And you’re not a little girl anymore.
You shouted “Break it!” You shouted “Break it!”
How could I ever forget that day?
You shouted “Break it!” You shouted “Break it!”
It rings like a bell every day.
I know it’s been a lifetime ago.
You’re not a baby anymore, but as long as I breathe,
I remember this scene:
Your little fists banging like hammer.
Banging on the glass, slam it almost crash, tears are falling like rain.
Little one, oh, my little one. How could I ever forget that day you shouted
“Break it! Break it!”
It rings like a bell all day. It rings like a bell all day.
These commentaries are recorded by Noelle Hanrahan of Prison Radio.
