The Innocent's Corner

<p>Huddled in the light of a cellular billboard<br/>A family of four is a nation at war<br/>In her head are the echoes of weeping<br/>Of children the Sunday before<br/><br/>The promises made by her father<br/>Are no match for hunger’s incline<br/><br/>And she fell to her knees as she cried<br/>In the Innocent’s corner I’ll hide<br/>You came around and lifter her up with the angels beside<br/>Would she be denied?<br/><br/>Ours is a land with a terrible shortage<br/>Of harvests to share and breathable air<br/>And a reason to live could be too hard to find<br/>Like a wage or a dime<br/>But we sit here debating the meaning of justice<br/>With self-righteous spin and an upper caste grin<br/>We’re still suffocating on quicksand indifference<br/>Where no choice is ever that hard<br/><br/>And she fell to her knees as she cried<br/>In the Innocent’s corner she’ll hide<br/>You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside<br/><br/>The promises made by her Father<br/>Would curb any hunger inside<br/><br/>And she fell to her knees as she cried<br/>In the Innocent’s corner she’ll hide<br/>You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside