Like A Drug
Jon Carin
3:55Laughter lost and forgotten The song the children sing Is pacified with the tears they've cried For fear of everything Food for thought has gone rotten Rusting on the swing And the wind does blow through the sky's uncertain glow With fear of everything You've got to be strong to survive here Big dreams are sometimes so crippling I dream of the sky when I've nothing to fly But fear of everything God don't live in the White House Or in the wallets we are worshipping The answers are there but we're trained not to care For fear of everything Fear of the misbegotten Fear of questioning Fear, pure and cold, for what the future will hold Fear of everything Many a child will remember All the tears that we cried