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!