People say

People say I’ve got a strange way of thinking
People say it’s so hard to conceive
Children playing sweet innocence learning     
The way they're led is not a way meant to be
Confuses me, how no one sees, unkind blindness, the hand of greed
Who pays the cost when no one sees
Unkind blindness, the hand of greed
       

Children born into a turning world
May be a boy, may be a girl
Stranger than fiction the way adults play
Teach them killing, teach them to pray.

Only hearing what you want to hear, it's hard to listen with these fingers in your ears
You've got your thoughts but what your taught, don’t lead to reason, just lead's to fear
Some fall weak and some grow strong, some learn well on a road so wrong.

Children born into a turning world
May be a boy, may be a girl
Stranger than fiction the way adults play
Teach them killing, teach them to pray.