at least i know my friends are fine
the dead were others' friends not mine
so much to see upon the screen
the pain is palpable and clear
i hear the words know what they mean
the suffering comes through the air
to dwell on this seems quite obscene
while i'm at work and in my chair
their lives were wiped out clear and clean
so i say words of grief and care
at least i know my friends are fine
the dead were others' friends not mine
the hurricane was on the news
so many folk thought it was fun
to treat the poor as plain refuse
face their despair with blade and gun
pretend they had the right to choose
the easy way to flee or run
announce these were the only views
and that the time for talk was done
at least i know my friends are fine
the dead were others' friends not mine
chaos is hidden by the door
turn off the radio and you're fine
the way of good is to ignore
all painful things be struthionine
they do not touch us at the core
no matter how the angry whine
nobody keeps a final score
or lets us see the bottom line
at least i know my friends are fine
the dead were others' friends not mine
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