Drown - Al Atkins

Tears for the mothers for the hearts of their babes

Blood building towers that reach to the sky

Greed running country’s that take over lives

Why the hurt is calling, don’t ask me why

Brother fights brother for the wants of another

Even over something they cannot understand

They see the hurting they turn the channel

What they don’t see the can never comprehend

The end of the day comes quietly round

Slipping and sliding dragging us down

Even our fathers couldn’t save us now

When offered life we choose to drown

Under the ashen grey of the evening sky

Even the sun seems surprisingly blind

The pain of the rivers that run to the sea

Why the hurt is calling, don’t ask me

Drown drown drown