Foolish Pride

Passengers aboard the plane

Not knowing if they’ll see their family once again

Someone tell them why (when you)

Turn on the TV yeah you turn it on

You can’t believe just what we have become

A gentle whisper in my mind

Telling me life’s monumental but I know it’s a lie

Cuz I can’t see it when I

Turn on the TV yeah you turn it on

I can’t believe just how far we’ve become

How many more must die

Before you are satisfied

How many more will they pay for our Foolish Pride

Mothers crying Children dying

Brokern in the streets

A tear rolls down a father’s eye

Take me to the place on a New York city street

Where there’s no comfort and no cover from the light

So let’s turn up the world now brother lets

Let’s turn it up

I still believe in what we can become

Nobody else will cry No need for sacrifice

Now we stand before a large open door to what’s right

Have no fear

Cuz I’ll be right here

Have no fear

Cuz I’ll be right here

Right Here