Problems At Home

Fires are burning, up the forests! Down along the Amazon! There's children starving in Guat'mala! Their just barely hanging on! And I pray, they'll find the answer! That there's a Way, to right the wrong! And Lord while you're listening could I mention, some troubles of my own! I got problems, right here at home! A teenage boy, in Mississippi, brings his daddy's Gun to school! A little girl in New York city, buy's cocain for mama to use! And I pray, they'll find the answer! That there's a Way, to right the wrong! And Lord while you're listening could I mention, some troubles of my own! I got problems, right here at home! My wife is crying, our baby's fighting! a battle that she may not win, The doctors doing, All that he can! God now it's all in your hands! And I pray, they'll find the answer! That there's a Way, to right the wrong! Now I'm just one Man, a grain of sand! And a troubled world I know! But I got a problem, right here at home, I got a problem, right here at home!