From the recording America, Why
A little girl trapped in a well, the world watches breath by breath.
We wait to hear the newsman tell, she’s rescued from the jaws of death.
A young boy snatched away and raped, an innocent life is scarred.
The man is caught, the child escaped. We wonder whose heart is so hard.
America’s young, America’s mirth, America’s now, America’s then
Our backs are turned before their birth. America – why do you kill the children?
A twisted mind, a building explodes; the death count comes one by one.
Our hopes removed with the rubble load. They were kids just having fun
Oklahoma, the boy, the little girl, all drew our heartstrings as one.
The unborn child snuggled up in a curl, is somebody’s daughter or son.
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