Sworn to love and cherish always,
Sworn as their provider all your days,
You've seen that look in each of their eyes: so helpless, so demanding,
You feel the strain of labour in vain,
The curses rain and few are left standing.
Never have I seen the righteous forsaken,
Never abandoned in the flood-lands,
Never have I seen the children out begging,
Never have I seen them slip through your hands.
Ignorance or apathy; which way?
"We don't know and we don't care," they say,
And as we watch the family die, an orphan choir rehearses,
Their daddies left without a goodbye,
Will you, my man, buckle under these curses?
Never have I seen the righteous forsaken,
Never abandoned in the flood-lands,
Never have I seen the children out begging,
Never have I seen them slip through your hands.
Curses fall on another deserter,
Curses fall on another deserter,
Curtains fall on another deserter.
Never have I seen the righteous forsaken,
Never abandoned in the flood-lands,
Never have I seen the children out begging,
Never have I seen them slip through your hands,
Never have I seen the righteous forsaken,
Never abandoned in the flood-lands,
Never have I seen the children out begging,
Never have I seen them slip through your hands,
Never have I seen the righteous forsaken,
Never abandoned in the flood-lands,
Never have I seen the children out begging,
Never have I seen them slip through your hands,
Never have I seen the righteous forsaken,
Never abandoned in the flood-lands,
Never have I seen the children out begging,
Never have I seen them slip through your hands.
