Les Invisibles

I make it each day
With the help of the good Lord
But late night
I comb the streets
Looking for a way to be

Hell came in the way
Of a war and a child
That never returned
He never returned

We raise our heads and pray
Let them feast him all
We hold our heads in shame
Let them feast him all

And as my weathered hands
Cracked and colored
With years of pain
Of the brokenhearted
Frame their plates of white and gold
You take no note
Of your one presenter
Would you like to know what
I've done for dinner
And why I've outlived my boy

Just to serve it to you
You have waged this war
The rich wage wars
The rich take more

We raise our heads and pray
Let them feast him all
We hold our heads in shame
Let them feast him all
We raise our heads and pray
Let them feast him all
We hold our heads in shame
Let them feast him all