Bread for all of us

Look around these barren fields of concrete and steel
The sprawling agitation of old children without love
Building, burning, money some success
Some even believing in the answer, from above

Running round and around
Chasing their chosen god for that day

I listen for an answer… not a sound

Cast your mind across these barren fields
All the little soldiers playing complicated games of lost and found

Searching for any kind of love – luv
In the hope of something… real

Not a sound… not a sound

I see crosses bathed in a setting sun
Their shadow cast, the battle won
From this dark earth, no flower of truth
The seed is lost, the ploughman blind
And who dares speak of love
As the religions of Man rage in rivers of blood

Not a sound, not a sound, but for the beating of a heart…