Well this little boy holed up in his room
He's picking guitar, he's singing a tune
He's licking his lips
And he's licking his wounds for you
He took to the fields to harvest this land
With sweat on his brow and dirt on his hands
He's planting his seeds
And he's pulling his weeds for you
He's up before the sunrise and out with the moon
He kneels before his bed
He drinks his wine, he eats his bread
Maybe luck will come soon
Maybe love will consume
Well those little seeds, they started to bloom
He cut down some trees to start building a home
He's works alone
He works his hands to the bone for you
He's up before the sunrise and out with the moon
He kneels before his bed
He drinks his wine, he eats his bread
Maybe luck will come soon
Lord, won't you please help me soon?
Well this little boy started questioning his worth
He built you a road, he built you a church
With his hands raised
All glory and praise to you
He dropped to his knees and sang
"God won't you come down?
Won't you come down from those clouds?
I think that I'm ready
Yeah, my hands are steady
I did what I could
I tried to bring my brother back to church
I'll keep this wound wide open no matter how much it hurts
I did what I could with my family
Our hearts are open and we're barely coping and
If you had some time to come down today
With hearts wide open I was really hoping that
Oh my God, won't you lift up this city?
We need you
