Audioslave

In the here and now I wait
Among the young and the old
Between the moon and the ground I play
With my children in my home
This is for the daughters and sons
Of forgotten ones
Learning how to stand
This is for the innocent unknowns
Buried in the sand
Running from the sound of a gun
And you're weary
Running from the sound of a gun
In the crack of the blackness I wake
It's getting closer every night
My city playground is a battleground
Between the wrong and the right
I could run free as a child
I was safe and wild