Hung up on how to make it work
So easy to say, do it for the children
Erase every border no matter why they are there
Draw new lines with a fountain pen
Then walk away
Who's problem is it now?

We make art with knives
Deep colors
Bleeding from our fingers
Like weapons of mass emotion
Launched in the dead of the night

Marching citizen soldiers
Let them know how we feel
But back to our lives
They hope we forget
Our problems are all too real
Who has time to sweat
Or freeze on the streets
After all, it's only tomorrow’s children