Mother's Crying

Mother she's crying, she ain't the only one Mother she's crying, she ain't the only one They've got blood on their hands Look what the children done There's pain in their hearts, and there's trouble in the air There's pain in their hearts, and there's trouble in the air People are suffering, nobody seems to care Dark clouds are rolling, and the water's running black Dark clouds are rolling, and the water's running black It's the same old story, from New Orleans to Iraq We seek salvation, that sweet salvation Got to find Got to find Got to find We got to find a way We seek salvation, that sweet salvation Got to find Got to find Got to find We got to find a way Got to find that light, turn the night into the day