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?