I watch the sky for something nice,
and no one seems to bother me.
There’s awful sounds and frightful sights
and no one sees the problem here.
It’s not picturesque,
though I hear songs of victory.
I lost a friend and part of me.
Oh, God, can’t you see?
There’s nothing left of me.
Oh, God, answer me.
Am I just a casualty?
My mother prays my soul to keep.
Maybe someone heard her plea.
A shameless strike, the bells will ring.
Always what will be, will be.
A missing like I thought I’d be all along
and now I’m shackles for their feet.
And she prays, God, can’t you see?
He is the best of me.
Oh, God, are you listening?
Will you bring him home to me?
oh oh oh ohhhh
oh oh ohhh ohhhhh.
Oh, God, can’t you see?
Oh, God, are you listening?
Oh, God, answer me.
Am I just a casualty?
There’s nothing left of me.
There’s nothing left of me.