We be silent in the sorrow,
breathing only through the pain.
Bear our by-gone vacant faces
during drought, and flooding rain.
Weep in anger from mass murders,
as it happens once again.

This ain't no heaven,
but I'm scared
it ain't no hell.

No small change in our pockets,
a little milk, a little bread.
A picture of a far off war
haunts us as we lie in bed.
And the mouthy politicians
trudge their boots inside our head.

And this ain't no heaven,
but I'm scared
it ain't no hell.

Don't know where we go from here
bound to our troubles and our fear,
'cause this ain't no heaven,
and Lord, save us
if this ain't no hell.
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