080. The picture

Scanning the paper, half watching the screen,
There was something 'bout somewhere
that I'd never seen,
couldn't quite hear it, can't recall what they said
something 'bout someone not being fed.
There was this mother and there was this kid,
paying the price for nothing they did.
A surplus of arms, a shortage of bread.
I can't get the picture out of my head.

Laying on the sidewalk, outside of a store,
look on her face asking "what was that for?"
Some strangers' son, planted the bomb,
that happened to hit somebody's mum.
Than there was some hope the fighting would cease.
When a man called the world, to one day of peace.
A few people came, atleast that's what they said.
And I can't get the picture out of my head.

Refr.: Oh, can you hear what they trying to say?
Like the paintings that hang in your minds,
pictures that won't go away......

Couldn't go to sleep, my mind wouldn't stop,
thoughts wouldn't keep, when they raced with the clock,
They say, "there always be hunger, war's always there"
"althings aren't equal, and life is not fair"
That's comfort for some and words to the wise.
Just don't tell it to those with the big hungry eyes.
While the children are nestled all snug in there beds,
And I can't get the picture out of my head.

Refrein:

There was this mother and there was this kid,
paying the price for nothing they did.
While the children are nestled all snug in there beds,
I can't get the picture out of my had,
out of my head, out of my had.