Oh my name it means nothing,nAnd my age it means less.nI'm far from my home,nHigh above the mid west.nAnd as I look down,nOn some far city lights,nI pray God to look over,nMy family tonight.nI'm weary of hearingnThat God's on the side.nnOf mothers and fathers,nAnd jet planes that fly.nThat drop bombs on civilians,nTo even the score.nWhere's the God of the children?nIn the rubble of war.nnI believe the self martyr,nAt least out the truth.nAnd the vengeful war mongers,nHave flow this for us.nBut the innocent victims,nHave no place to hide.nWhen death comes without warning,nWith God on its side.nnWhen they call on their guard,nTo justify their attacks,nJust serves to remind me,nThe wolf covers its tracks.nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn