Good

Good


While children wear the barbed wire crown
Their tears and terror stop their play
And summer skies to winter nights
Are filled with silence from the heart

When weak are battered beaten down
And poor exploited for a coin
And greed and hunger sleep at night
Under the same dark star lit sky

With all the pain out in this world
Then peace is the last thing that we need
For the good must fight the tide of all
Who seek to turn out any hope

The actions of a caring heart
Bring together welded strong
The kind the good the mighty force
Who are mankind not doves or hawks