Testo di Our Plea

Sweet mother Earth man has raped you Groping through space to be reborn Our leaders have misused their wisdom Freedom is under suspicion What can we do in such bad times What's left to hope for In times like these Existing in hopeless frustration Newspapers rot in superstition Kept in the dark they know no better Guarding their minds they hard the pleasure What can we do in such bad times Whats left to hope for In such times like these When Kids ask questions you don't turn away. Sad city eyes desolation Confined in their self isolation Our music gives us determination Love is our only salvation What can we do in such bad times What's left to hope for In such times like these