Moonlight creeps through my bedroom door
Along the floor and into my core
Recession, regression, depression and more
Our children stood no chance
To hear music made just to dance
Or butterfly fields near caterpillar streams
Baby fingers playing and happy screams
Air and sun was clear
Dreams played without fear
As governments cared for us all
Before greed made them fall
Where is the honor of souls?
Where is the freedom they sold?
What will you think growing old?
Is fame and fortune warm or cold?
Nothing can return us there
When each city was a fair
When neighbors really cared
When police made you safe
And criminals had no face
When mixing brown and white
Added a little special spice
And war was a lazy thing
Not full of hungry fangs
Door to door salesman rang
Mama was the most beautiful thing
Happy in an apron and wedding ring
Now moonlight creeps through my door
But not like it did before
It just lays dead on the floor
