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?