I've seen the scars of war.
I've seen the face of drought.
I've touched the dry red sand, seen people go without.
I have seen the child's eye's.
The house was made of sticks and rags.
I don't know if he survived, God it makes me mad.
But this is the consequence, this is the shame we bare.
The shame of our ignorance, when there's more than enough to share.
This is the consequence.
Well I go back to who I was before.
Will I leave forgetting what I saw?
Will I choke if I stand tall?
Will I do anything at all, will I do anything at all?
These are the scars of war, this is the price we pay.
This is what's happening when we look the other way.
This is the consequence, this is the shame we bare.
The price of our ignorance, when there's more than enough to share.
This is the consequence.
Well I go back to who I was before.
Will I leave forgetting what I saw?
Will I choke if I stand tall?
Will I do anything at all, will I do anything at all?
These are the scar's of war.
This is the price we pay.
This is what's happening when we look the other way.
These are the scar's of war.
THis is the price we pay.
This is what's happening when we look the other way.
These are the scar's of war.

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