The door slammed shut on another season
And there was loss without reason
As I pray for foreign press
And the wounds that they address
With just a camera and a connection
They get by with just our rejection
As we deny their pain
Shower them with acid rain
Or get lost in apathy
But those things will come back to me
If I don’t meet them where they are
And every foreign star
Was once a child of light
Now they’re bathed in the dark of night
As though floating in outer space
Is this the best the human race
Has to offer itself 
And they say that wealth
Can inoculate a person from greed
Because they have everything they need
But that’s not how it works, is it 
It’s the ones with the worst to deal with 
Who seem to have the most to give
And the aggressors won’t let anyone live
But stand in the shadows and execute
The plans they hold to keep silence mute 
And deaf and dumb to all their crimes
We’ve seen it before a thousand times
But I watch as they document 
Someone telling a child where their mother went 
In the midst of bombs 
And it only takes so long 
For a seed to grow
But it takes a lifetime to knock it, you know
And somehow in the summer sun
We will realise that we are all one
And what we do to another will reverberate 
As we keep each other in the state 
Of destruction and war torn grief
When will there be relief?