Way in a distant land
Lies a poor boy with his broken toy
Too young to understand
He’s awaken, ground is shakin’
His father grabs his hand
Screaming, crying, his wife’s dying
Now he’s left to explain
He innocently questioned why
Why his mother had to die
What did these soldiers come here for ?
If they’re for peace, why is there war ?
Did God say that they could decide
Who will live and who will die ?
All my mama ever did
Was try to take care of her kids
We’re innocently standing by
Watching people lose their lives
It seems as if we have no voice
It’s time for us to make a choice
Only god could decide
Who will live and who will die
There’s nothing that can’t be done
If we raise our voice as one
They’ve gotta hear it from me
They’ve gotta hear it from you
They’ve gotta hear it from us
We can’t take it
We’ve already had enough.