In Any Tongue

Home and done it's just begun His heart weighs more More than it ever did before What has he done? God help my son Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up No sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cup I know sorrow tastes the same on any tongue How was I to feel it When a gun was in my hands And I'd waited for so long How was I to see straight In the dust and blinding sun Just a pair of boots on the ground On the screen the young men die The children cry In the rubble of their lives What has he done? God help my son Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up The volume pumped right up But not enough to drown it out I hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongue How am I to see you When my faith stands in the way And the wailing is long done How am I to know you With a joystick in my hand When the call to arms has come