All the sorrow, tears and pain Isn't worth the price of grain If God is there, and God is sane Surely God will send the rain
Defeated I kneel, unable to stand Or see the sense in anything Wasting away beneath a burning sun Between starvation and the roar of the gun
And God knows I've never asked for anything But as surely as these days are long If this is fate there's something drastically wrong
Speaking languages I don't understand Economics of supply and demand Resolutions are as empty as bellies As barren as the land This life is in the palm of your hands As worthless as the grains of the sand
I'm striving for the strength to go on Body's breathing but my spirit has gone I search for meaning but around me there's none Please don't tell me everything Is printed on the palms of our hands
Hear us shouting at the skies Drowning out the children's cries Will I ever close my eyes
All the sorrow, tears and pain Isn't worth the price of grain If God is there and god is sane Surely God will send the rain Amen Is it worth the price of the grain?