Mother's Crying

Mother she's crying, she ain't the only one
Mother she's crying, she ain't the only one
They've got blood on their hands
Look what the children done

There's pain in their hearts, and there's trouble in the air
There's pain in their hearts, and there's trouble in the air
People are suffering, nobody seems to care

Dark clouds are rolling, and the water's running black
Dark clouds are rolling, and the water's running black
It's the same old story, from New Orleans to Iraq

We seek salvation, that sweet salvation
Got to find
Got to find
Got to find
We got to find a way

We seek salvation, that sweet salvation
Got to find
Got to find
Got to find
We got to find a way

Got to find that light, turn the night into the day