Oh, my name it means nothing
And my age it means less
I'm far from my home
High above the mid west
And as I look down
On some far city lights
I pray God to look over
My family tonight
I'm weary of hearing
That God's on the side
Of mothers and fathers
And jet planes that fly
That drop bombs on civilians
To even the score
Where's the God of the children?
In the rubble of war
I believe the self martyr
At least out the truth
And the vengeful war mongers
Have flow this for us
But the innocent victims
Have no place to hide
When death comes without warning
With God on its side
When they call on their guard
To justify their attacks
Just serves to remind me
The wolf covers its tracks