660,000 lost
You cant put a number on that kind of cost
660,000 wives
Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons
660,000 lives
Mourn for the dead
And care for the broken
But you can’t take back the words not spoken
The homes destroyed though the houses stand
The prayers silenced by a merciless hand
“Displaced” they say, “cannot be found”
Searching every inch of ground
Writhing, torn, apocalyptic
Yet remains our broadcast cryptic
Search the bottomless, blackened books
To unearth just how crooked is crooked
But leave the numbers to themselves
Leave the cries to silence swells
660,000 gone
Floating somewhere far beyond
A human word or understanding
That we must call them lost
660,000 hopes
660,000 dreams
We watch as their slipping through the seams
660,000 lost
With what we are capable of, is a lot
It’s the 21rst century people, step up
Are we still the world, or not?