Story Behind the Song
This song was written amidst an orange terror alert, but is about all needs for peace.
Lyrics
I've never held a gun in my hand
I use music and lyrics to prove I’m a man
but i've seen buildings come tumbling down
and thousands of lives turned to dust on the ground
and my world turn from blissful to dark
It takes my breath, death leaves its mark
I reach out to others, I try to befriend
I even open doors for the straightest of men
And love, I keep trying to send
Even to those who might not comprehend
And overwork when it comes to polite
Cause they all deserve this beautiful light
dry cleaners, taxi cabs, breakfast express
smile, make the change, leave a tip, read the press
on the streets, on the subways, in the parks
Some struggling for more, some just hitting their marks
All over the world mostly kind when we play
The innocent all will be thrown away
We count for nothing
We count for nothing
We are so small
We are so small
But, we are the ones
we are the ones who
pay for it all
pay for it all
We count for nothing
We count for nothing
We are so small
We are so small
But, we are the ones
we are the ones who
pay for it all
pay for it all
i'm scared of tomorrow like it was a threat
and i'm in my prime and I’ve cleared up my debt
but now, i'm afraid to enjoy
watch me retreat like some scared little boy
If it was my call, if I had my say
No innocent all would be thrown away
We count for nothing
We count for nothing
We are so small
We are so small
But, we are the ones
we are the ones
who pay for it all
who pay for it all
We count for nothing
We count for nothing
We are so small
We are so small
But, we are the ones
we are the ones
who pay for it all
who pay for it all
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