Release

Release... your heart, my heart...

release, release...

your heart, my heart... release

When, planes be crashing

And blood written

checks be cashing

To fund builders

who build pillars from

Ash and debris, from

Bones and metal, from

Fathers and daughters

and friends

and memories and hate

When suicide bombers

Be bombing

And high alerts

Be sounding

and never calming

Peoples' fears

and fright that,

Jesus is coming

That, world is ending

When, wars be waged

When, lives be sacrificed

not saved but never lost

When sense of security

be rattled found false

When skies were quiet

and clear and quiet

And blue that day

When, everything changed

What changed?

Who really changed?

Release...

your heart, my heart...

release, release...

your heart, my heart

Release your heart

So here I stand...

at the crossroads of my life

Do I choose plata or plomo?

Silver or lead

When boys be dying

on blocks everyday

An the TV

and the paper don't never say

Nothing about them

When tattered yellow paper flags

be taped

to forgotten project windows

When billowing waving flags

be perched

on car tops of bigots

And crooked politicians

Has anything changed?

What changed?

Who really changed?

When towers be falling

And Babylon be calling...

your name, my name

How will we answer?

With dread?

With faith?

With misplaced power

or power of prayer?