Our Plea
Steve Gadd (UK)
Sweet mother earth, man has raped you
Groping through space to be reborn
Our leaders have misused their wisdom
Freedom is under suspicion
What can we do in such bad times?
What's left to hope for in times like these?
Existing in hopeless frustration
Newspapers rot in superstition
Kept in the dark, they know no better
Guarding their minds, they hide the pleasure
What can we do in such bad times?
What's left to hope for in such times like thеse?
When kids ask questions, you don't turn away
Sad city еyes, desolation
Confined in their self-isolation
Our music gives us determination
Love is our only salvation
What can we do in such bad times?
What's left to hope for in such times like these?