love son IT sway

Oh Father I wish I had understanding
Never known more never been so well informed
We know the score heard it all before
But I never felt more powerless
So much blood on the streets
So much hope refused
So much grainy teenage photographs
On the evening news
Ooh when everywhere violence
Silently I go
Love on its way ooh
Hope it won be too late
when the day comes
And I counted all my sins
How many I see I want to be able to say
That I did more more than pray
I did more than just spend my money
Just writing letters than just going out marching
I did more than talking saying the right thing
Wearing the right thing time for an uprising
Love on its way ooh
Hope it won be too late
Love on it way
Love on it way
Love on it way ooh
Hope it won be too late