Got tired of hearing what's going on
People losing their inner faith
Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever see the dawn
But I can still look at your face

Up there they discuss our life
But they don't truly realize
That they're too willing to draw the knife
They don't see the beauty of your eyes

My love, how can we still pretend
That we're standing tall?
I guess that's the way it is
When we hide behind the wall.

When money rules our little world
And people won't stop the fight
I pray, I pray, Oh my lord
Let us make it through the night

News of blood and indifferent death
And I'm still here, I keep on waiting
For the day when body counts won't be the math
May it be kisses counts, that I'll give you, my darling.