Lying on the golden sand. Looking at the sea. Praying.
Where did it all go? Who's to blame?
Just trying to figure out the meaning of all that
It's time I changed my way of thinking and all

This boy's lame and no one notices
There was no time to say goodbye- THEY made him sleep in the dirt, among the sinners
That poor man lost his precious other half, THEY are too busy to comfort him
Hey, isn't that the red-plaited girl who was laughing happily yesterday?
Why is she crying now? Why are her clothes torn out? Who's to blame?

There's the man who once was offering me his generous love
Is that a prison cell that he's in now?
Who's to blame?

This man is exhausted- why don't THEY let him have a rest?
The man weeping in the corner wants his life back- THEY will refuse to lend a hand
THEY ignore the crying baby- just wants a warm hug
THEY pay no attention to the young boy asking for his parents back
THEY just talk, and dare complain about this cruel world

..Who's to blame I don't know.

By: Annita