Jars Of Clay

Catch the rain empty hands,
Save the children from their lands,
wash the darkness from their skin.
Heroes from the West,
We don't know you, we know best.
But this is not a test.
You treat me like I'm blind, setting fires around houses on the hill,
But light gives heat.
You segregate my mind, burning crosses from your fears, your fears,
But light gives heat.
It's not the way to light their way,
Boys in holes and empty fields,
Oh, how good it feels.
Lower class, and understate, empty promise, empty plate.