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?