I'm tired of wishing and praying
for the day they put an end to war
People say a song should be
a way of hoping yeah
But I don't feel like hoping anymore
Used to be believing in a protest song
Used to think that someday
we could right the wrong
But it's gone
Just let the world roll along
Used to think integration might be a start
I was a believer and I did my part
Broke my heart
People hate and broke my heart
Seems that I've become
a thing I used to hate
Looking through the fence
But never walking through the gate
It's too late
Just let me go
It's too late
If I get a feeling
that I might do some good
Then I just remember
all the Christians in hoods
They really could
If they only would
Men have been hoping
since the world began
Preachers keep a preaching
But they don't understand
It's all sand
Not water but sand
Even if we all became
believers in the Lord
Somebody would probably decide
he was bored and cut the cord
The unmendable cord
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