Can you tell me, sir,

Does the sun not shine when the world wants to cry,
The weather ain’t fine when thunders cross the sky,

Can you tell me why?

Why don’t the good times taste so nice and sweet,
Why those children’s rhymes don’t ease this heat,

Sir, would you waste your time to help a troubled mind,

Do we inflict the wound but not mean the pain?
Is it the devil's groom that has no human shame?

Sir, why don’t those people see?

We’re letting our earth crumble through our hands,
We’re letting hatred and pain separate the lands,

Can’t you see? Can’t you see...

A broken heart gets left alone to cry the night,
And no one cares for each other’s solitary plight,

Sir, help me, help me, tell me why,

Why won’t the moon rise and greet the troubled?
Why is all that’s left of the world dirt and rubble?


Can you tell me?

Sir?

Does the sun not shine when the world wants to cry?