From the recording Singles Volume Three
Lyrics
trash along the street like curb
bartering words like a tennis ball
the women’s beauty is subtle yet strong
I don’t know if I can understand it all
why oh why
why oh why must this go
why oh why must we go on
from where I come from poverty exists
mainly when compared to the rich
perhaps the cursed would not feel so bad
if only the blessed know just what they had
perhaps they’d see this is not the norm
and relieve the violence of the storm
that ravages so many on this earth
causing hunger to death from birth
then again am I asking too much
to think that others would share from their cup
dream are fine but rarely are they true
I dream of a time where all we seek is the truth