The Great Divide

We’ve forgotten how to dream
Used to think we’d make the world a little better
But there were promises to keep
And we sat and watched as things just fell apart
Thought we’d already won
So we turned the other way
Now who’s holding the gun
We walk along and draw a line
To holler at the other side
We’ll show the world who’s king
Before the young can use their minds
We send them off for suicide
With something good to sing
Now
These words are for the weak
For the hungry ones compassion and protection
For those that no one sees
The broken people, man without a voice
Space between the have and have-nots
Faceless men have taken the lot