I die, you die   Softly and so alive   No one else has seen me cry   Ghetto child      I hear you breathing   See your heart beating   Promise this time the dreams are on me   Ghetto child      Driven like the lambs   Hiding from the hands   She breathes, she breathes, she breathes   When out the door she slams   For no one understands   She breathes, she breathes, she breathes   Breathes a ghetto child      Paper flowers   So grey and golden   Scent the circus of your soul   Ghetto child      A book of pictures   With no words for it   Something's scribbled in the snow   Ghetto child      Child born after Coltrane died   But before that one small step   Relieved when no one realised   That's as high as man could get   You'll never take a bigger step   Than a ghetto child