Little people in little places,
Wearing masks to hide their faces.
Running ’round in circles they’ve lost their way.
Fighting wars for money but the kids can’t pay…
So there’s little hope for the little people.
Cause there’s too much blame goin’ a-round.
So much hate – enough to drown.
Is this all there is?
Where’s the will to live?
How can we move on,
When we’ve known what’s right all along?