In Any Tongue

Home and done it's just begun

His heart weighs more, more than it ever did before

What has he done? God help my son

Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up

No sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cup

I know sorrow tastes the same on any tongue

How was I to feel it

When a gun was in my hands

And I'd waited for so long

How was I to see straight

In the dust and blinding sun

Just a pair of boots on the ground

On the screen the young men die

The children cry in the rubble of their lives

What has he done? God help my son

Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up

The volume pumped right up but not enough to drown it out

I hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongue

How am I to see you

When my faith stands in the way

And the wailing is long done

How am I to know you

With a joystick in my hand

When the call to arms has come