The Way It Ought to Be (Paris) [feat. Natalie Toro & Kevin Earley]

From where I sit, I see the way things are The way they've always been From here the heavens seem a little far In this world filled with sin And with these hands I keep the memory Of the things we've had to bear I mark the names of who will pay When we are free I knit a picture of the way it ought to be When people are thirsty And ready and willing Then it won't be long till Something else but wine is spilling The butcher is idle When people are starving But it won't be long till There's another kind of carving Look into the future And what do you see there And if we do nothing Can you guarantee we'll be there Stop calling to heaven Stop praying for answers Just know that divinest intervention is the hand of man But when does it finish? Just where is the ending? How far is too far? When are we past the point of bending? Look into the future And what do you see there And if we do nothing Can you guarantee that we will even be there We've always known the world is black and cold And human life is cheap We've always known those men are out for blood And God is fast asleep But you must keep that rage inside you And remember every wrong And then it won't be long When tomorrow comes We can make them pay And then it won't be long When tomorrow comes We can make them bleed And we can make this world the way it ought to be When will we see that day? When will it be that way? The way it ought to be