And she fell, You came around and lifted her up
With self-righteous spin and an upper caste grin
Of harvests to share and breathable air
With the angels beside
You came around and lifted her up
And a reason to live could be too hard to find
In the innocent's corner I'll hide
Ours is a land with a terrible shortage
You came around and lifted her up
In her head are the echoes of weeping
Like a wage or a dime
Of children the Sunday before
Songwriter: Josh Moore
And she fell to her knees as she cried
The promises made by her father
A family of four is a nation at war
You came around and lifted her up
Publisher: JOSHMOOREOWNSTHIS MUSIC
Where no choice is ever that hard
Huddled in the light of a cellular billboard
In the innocent's corner she'll hide
Are no match for hunger's incline
And she fell to her knees as she cried
We're still suffocating on quicksand indifference
With the angels beside, would she be denied
With the angels beside
The promises made by her father
And she fell to her knees as she cried
But we sit here debating the meaning of justice
In the innocent's corner I'll hide
With the angels beside
Would curb any hunger inside