This is a song about remembering that we're more than the chaos that fills our lives.
A young child stands afraid.
His mother sees the mess he’s made.
His security is betrayed, he feels her lash out.
The father comes home. He’s weary to the bone.
The kids won’t leave him alone and he begins to lash out.
The children come to know that when pain and anger grow
the only way to show it is to lash out.
Chorus:
Another eight thousand times the old earth turns.
Another generation lives and learns.
But deep inside their minds the anger burns
And it burns away their souls.
Another person slain, and we try to place the blame.
But when we see that it’s in vain, we begin to lash out.
A thousand times a day, a soul is locked away
to justify we say that it’s to stop the lash out.
So we lock them in tiny stalls, but humanity calls.
Do we really think gray walls can end the lash out?
Chorus
Strangled by the weeds, lacking the tender care it needs
but we blame the spoiled seed and we lash out.
When violence has grown we blame the seed that’s sown
and not the sower who was prone to fits of lash out.
The warning we must head
is that the sower was once the seed.
If we all are to be freed, we must end the lash out.
Chorus