Hurting

All they wants a little wheat
They’re freezing on the cold concrete
Frozen sounds out on the street
Tonight, lord, they’re haunting me
Tonight, lord, they’re haunting me
«Amazing Grace» was the only sound
Coming from that lonesome crowd
Prayers go up, the tears fall down
For another soldier’s in the ground
Another soldier’s in the ground
What’s the world coming to
When the only thing a man can do
Is hold on and pray the world keeps on turning
This one goes out to anyone that’s hurting
Covered in dust from head to toe
Sweat dripping off a sunburned nose
Stone faced like his old scarecrow
Says if it don’t rain my crop won’t grow
How we gonna eat if the corn don’t grow?
Watching the news gives her chill
She says «I can’t believe it’s real»
The deaths come and people rob and kill
For a gallon of gas or a dollar bill
What’s a gallon of gas or a dollar bill?
What’s the world coming to
When the only thing a man can do
Is hold on and pray the world keeps on turning
This one goes out to anyone that’s hurting
Sometimes when I’m alone in the darkness
I swear I can hear their voices
And ain’t it much but it’s the best I can do
So I just sing this song
I say a prayer for anyone, anywhere that’s hurting