When a little boy dies, shot dead by police,
do you blame them for making war and not peace?
When a building falls down, but no-one’s around,
did it ever exist? did it not make a sound?
When you look at a forest and not at the trees
how can you bask in the shade of the leaves?
When nobody cares when you yell and you scream,
when nobody wakes you, is it not just a dream?
words on a hinge 