Is it the rain?
slowly killing lakes and streams
Is it our shame?
of a world we never dreamed
And is it our fear?
that we can't turn it back
And our children will inherit all our pain
Is it the bombs?
turning lifetimes into ash
Is it the guns?
killing more than white and black
And is it my heart?
turning slowly into stone
To mark the grave of A child's broken soul
I want a better world than this
I never gave this world permission
to take a dream and smash it flat
I never gave consent to a world that acts like that
Who is to blame?
who can be tarred and scorned and shamed
Give him a name!
make him full of greed and hate
It's just a game
to hide the part that we all play
And the children learn that nothing can be changed
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I hear the newsmen on T.V.
giving me the situation
But the commercials inbetween
saying all is well
escape from hell
take a ride in my machine
How will we live?
when the fear's this close to home
We get what we give
we belong to all we own
Believing in sin
making sinners of us all
And our children lay in fields so green
And we shed a tear for what they've seen
Then we turn away and start it all again
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© Stephen Taylor, 2000