In Any Tongue

Home and done, it's just begun
His heart weighs more, more than it ever did before
What has he done? God, help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
No sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cup
I know sorrow tastes the same on any tongue, hey

How was I to feel it when a gun was in my hands
And I'd waited for so long?
How was I to see straight in the dust and blinding sun?
Just a pair of boots on the ground

On the screen, the young men die
The children cry in the rubble of their lives
What has he done? God, help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
The volume pumped right up, but not enough to drown it out
I hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongue, ooh-ooh

How am I to see you when my faith stands in the way
And the wailing is long done?
How am I to know you with a joystick in my hand
When the call to arms has come?