There is no sense in it. There's no defence for it. A big hole in the street, where tears and flowers meet. Another spear has turned, And now the blame has burned A scar into this land. Is there a bridge that we can span This river of tears? This river of tears . . . . . And so the children learn the history of the fight. Who to love and hate, each believing they are right. And so the innocent so often pay the price, Iving life in fear, is there a way that we can clear This river of tears? This river of tears . . . . . I come to You God with my questions, burning in me like a pain. How can I come to You and rest, when all the world's in such a mess? And in the absence of an answer I can feel this burden lifting, Taking with it all my fears, you wash me in the river of my tears. This river of tears . . . . . This river of tears . . . . .