Take a look at the world, at what’s really going on.

hate crimes and troubled times are household words it seems.

You turn your head, change the channel, try to keep it out.

In the darkest night, you can still see the pain.

We live our lives rushing through the fast lane.

Gotta make the grade, gotta find a good trade.

Wheeling and dealing in a morality market,

we scarcely even notice when our innocence is gone,

but heaven’s tears are mixed in the rain.

In a state of denial, we try to stay sane.

We look the other way from what’s really going on.

Starving children don’t live on my street;

the kids in my house have never been beat.

But in the dark of night, we still see the pain.

We could have more than selfish personal gain;

there are so many more joys to be had than living and passing on.

If only we would open our eyes to the beauty of the dawn;

see our world for how it is and learn to move along.

Heaven’s tears are mixed in the rain.

The future can be seen in the eyes of the child, you claim,

but my child’s eyes are shut tight to block out all the world’s wrong,

and in the darkest night, we still see pain.

So stop sitting around, and trying to pass the blame.

We all have a job to do, before our time is gone.

We need to stop heaven’s tears from mixing in the rain

and light up the night, to learn to face our pain.