Huddled in the light of a cellular billboard A family of four is a nation at war In her head are the echoes of weeping Of children the Sunday before
The promises made by her father Are no match for hunger's incline
And she fell to her knees as she cried In the Innocent's corner I'll hide You came around and lifter her up with the angels beside Would she be denied?
Ours is a land with a terrible shortage Of harvests to share and breathable air And a reason to live could be too hard to find Like a wage or a dime
But we sit here debating the meaning of justice With self-righteous spin and an upper caste grin We're still suffocating on quicksand indifference Where no choice is ever that hard
And she fell to her knees as she cried In the Innocent's corner she'll hide You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside
The promises made by her Father Would curb any hunger inside
And she fell to her knees as she cried In the Innocent's corner she'll hide You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside
