Tears
I see your tears
From a mile away
You're tired of the pain
That drowns your day
And I know that you're fed up
With the world around ya
But I'll dry your tears
And I'll melt the pain
I said a prayer for our land though
Thinking about Sandy Hook
I woke up, hit my knees
Open the Good Book
Send some prayers up
God give us peace on earth
Send Your spirit, Lord
We need the Comforter
Lord, comfort her
She lost her only son
Because some maniac
Was allowed to buy a gun
She want to run away
But there's nowhere to run
The days are dark
Please send the Son
We try to learn Your ways
Study Your truth
But while in Bible study
In walks the Dylann Roof
God is good
God is great
But Your creation, Lord
We so full of hate
The straights hate the gays
The Muslims hate the Jews
We all hate each other
And that's not from You
I turn the TV on and I'm starting to hate the news
Wish I could pack my bags and run away but there's nowhere to move
I see your tears
From a mile away
You're tired of the pain
That drowns your day
And I know that you're fed up
With the world around ya
But I'll dry your tears
And I'll melt the pain
They makin' profit off prisons
While schools are not performing
We laying around sleeping like we been poppin' dormant
The government treated like this is not enormous
Five hundred homicides a city's in mourning
The crime rate is sky high
But it's cool 'cause it don't affect the skyline
Meanwhile, mama can't control her eyes
The world see a thug but to her her baby boy is dyin'
Folk hate the people
The people hate the folk
But the plan is to keep our people poor and broke
Locked up
Behind the gate
With the L on your number
Slave to the state
God's good
God's great
But, God, why your children, we so full of hate
I turn the TV on and I'm starting to hate the news
Wish I could pack my bags and run away but there's no where to move
I see your tears
From a mile away
You're tired of the pain
That drowns your day
And I know that you're fed up
With the world around ya
But I'll dry your tears
And I'll melt the pain
From a mile away
You're tired of the pain
That drowns your day
And I know that you're fed up
With the world around ya
But I'll dry your tears
And I'll melt the pain
I said a prayer for our land though
Thinking about Sandy Hook
I woke up, hit my knees
Open the Good Book
Send some prayers up
God give us peace on earth
Send Your spirit, Lord
We need the Comforter
Lord, comfort her
She lost her only son
Because some maniac
Was allowed to buy a gun
She want to run away
But there's nowhere to run
The days are dark
Please send the Son
We try to learn Your ways
Study Your truth
But while in Bible study
In walks the Dylann Roof
God is good
God is great
But Your creation, Lord
We so full of hate
The straights hate the gays
The Muslims hate the Jews
We all hate each other
And that's not from You
I turn the TV on and I'm starting to hate the news
Wish I could pack my bags and run away but there's nowhere to move
I see your tears
From a mile away
You're tired of the pain
That drowns your day
And I know that you're fed up
With the world around ya
But I'll dry your tears
And I'll melt the pain
They makin' profit off prisons
While schools are not performing
We laying around sleeping like we been poppin' dormant
The government treated like this is not enormous
Five hundred homicides a city's in mourning
The crime rate is sky high
But it's cool 'cause it don't affect the skyline
Meanwhile, mama can't control her eyes
The world see a thug but to her her baby boy is dyin'
Folk hate the people
The people hate the folk
But the plan is to keep our people poor and broke
Locked up
Behind the gate
With the L on your number
Slave to the state
God's good
God's great
But, God, why your children, we so full of hate
I turn the TV on and I'm starting to hate the news
Wish I could pack my bags and run away but there's no where to move
I see your tears
From a mile away
You're tired of the pain
That drowns your day
And I know that you're fed up
With the world around ya
But I'll dry your tears
And I'll melt the pain
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Writer(s): Caroline Polachek, Charlotte Aitchison, Alexander Cook
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