"Dear John"

"Dear John"

Dear John, Dear John please write us a song
life's much worse now since you've been gone.
Dear John, Dear John please write us a song and
say something special to help us along.

Instant Karma is a thing of the past, now it's "just business"
as we hide behind corporate masks.
Oh we have heroes . . . featured on dollar bills,
as we smile and kill our way up the hill.

I guess when we get there we'll think we've arrived,
but I bet we'll discover the climb was too high.
The war is not over. . . it rages within;
The battle is flesh, the enemy "our" sin.

And peace, we gave it no chance,
Blind to the vision, possessions have us entranced.
There's no brothers or sisters-- it's all about "me."
We hide behind our walls so we won't have to see.

You wanted world change, you spoke of a revolution,
we rejected love, wealth was our solution.

Babies bear pain from mothers' labor,
fathers abandon sons-- left to rob neighbors.
Teachers are parents; strangers kiss our kids bye,
It's hard to imagine. . . even if you try.

And when we've died and are deep in the ground,
bury our greed so love can be found.
I know we can do it if we give it a try. . .
make this place better by opening our heart's eye.
And grief we can leave in the past,
by surrendering to each other we can make love last.
We can find a new direction; we can have a new way,
by making love matter; starting today.