Every time--
I talk to people, I hear violence
Listen to radio, I hear violence
Watch TV, I see violence
Read the news, I learn violence
It’s everywhere, I live with it.
If this isn’t a dream, isn’t a dream
It’s real, it’s true—
It makes me dream and scared
Then grieve and cry.
I see fathers die, kids cry
Uncles die, their lives fly
Mother mourn, their eyes dry
The day of sadness, can’t forget.
I will choose what to do
I will do what I can--
Tie my mouth and my eyes
Close my noise and my ears.
Then I live.