• was it our fault that
    the world turned blue?
    cold with fear
    wraped in redemption,

    was it our fault that
    peopld lie on the street,
    wraped in Times news papers,
    on the pillow of used boxes.

    was it our fault
    that children cry
    because they are hungry
    because they lost their parents
    because they have no home
    because they are alone.

    Everyday things
    Move my head around
    It isnt our fault.
    Earth is still is round.
    I have no fear for next generation
    i have fear for present obligation

    What shall we do, to stop this thing
    This open wound
    when doctor isnt around.