Bombs. War. Planes down at sea.

Children hungry. No room to breathe.

 

Got nothing to do with me.

 

Living large, living nice. Comfortable. Cupcakes, on buffet.

Steady job. Dinner every day.

People screaming, people cry,

People living with more people dying.

 

Got nothing at all to do with me.

 

Too busy working nine to five.

Wake up. Work Hard. Busy, busy, no time.

Got things to do, ladders to climb.

Nations leveled in a war, fighting,

just to keep score.

Mother Earth falls to Her knees.

 

But what’s that got nothing to do with me?

 

Man begging, wants my money.

No proof this man’s any good.

Keeping on walking down the road.

Too much to do, Got my own load.

 

Where’s the good in our Samaria?

The conscience in our thought?

Where’s our Grace’s tenderness?

Is Compassion all forgot?

We keep on walking day to day,

Pretending not to see

 

“They probably deserved it, anyway.

But thank God it isn’t me.”

 

Our brothers sit in agony,

While sister looses sanity,

Our Earth becomes a casualty

When did we forget that we’re all family?

 

I pray to God we’ll open our eyes,

and see what’s all around.

We’ll hear the screaming,

Hear that cry,

And maybe not just walk on by.

Don’t be so busy working hard,

you’ll forget why we’re all here.

Don’t judge that man, on the street

and guess he'll just buy beer.

 

Take time to love,

Take time to see,

Take time to feel

And set us free

 

No matter where we punch our card,

Our trade or occupation

This will always be our Job

To heal this wounded nation.

 

You say its got nothing to do with you

If we degrade and destroy

But shouldn't we first and formost be

In Love and Care's employ?

 

It’s time we came and joined together,

Let the World come and say it too,

You got brothers crying, sisters sad

This world’s not about you.