DON'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY
© Jack Hoban
Winter 1997

So I was walking
In my home town
The place was looking
A bit run down
Felt a lot of anger
A lot of fear fear
Think its worse than
It was last year

When I look out at the world
I feel like screaming
Knock, knock, is anybody home

When I was younger
I felt immune
To war and poverty
in the news
Nothing could touch me
I rode alone
But now its different
Got the family home

When I look out at the world
I feel like crying
How did we let it get this far

Don't have to be this way

Mirror, mirror on the wal
Waiting for the ax to fall
Man and Nature one on one
Now we're gonna have some fun

I saw a child
On the side of the road
He had some sticks
And a pile of stones
He was making pictures
In the sand
His eyes were clear
He had a steady hand

When he look out at the worlds
He sees horizons
And wonders what may lay beyond