In a world like this,
I could cry every night.
To see the pain in there face,
is a really sad sight.

It's a jungle out there,
for those who do not know.
Soon there will be a war,
and the hunger will grow.

The starving and the cold,
will rise up in the rain.
Our prophecy has been told,
Through the living and the slain.

Down they will fall,
as the poor will rise.
On there knees they will crawl,
I see through these dark eyes.

Cities will be torn apart,
territories will be found.
Our country will have lost her heart,
her voice will have no sound.