it could BE

Pain! Destruction! War! There's a mother out there filled with pain. There's a mother out there filled with fear and crying an ocean of tears. Dear LORD crying an endless stream of tears. Chorus (It might not be my son going to war. It might not be my son sent to destroy. But it's somebody's son it's somebody's daddy it's somebody's somebody.) There's a child out there looking everywhere. Pulling out hairs from only God knows where. And a wife whose life's upside down. Topsy turvy spinning all around. (Chorus) Stop the war! Stop the hate! Stop the pain! Love one another and we all gain. Stop the war! Stop the hurt! Stop the pain! Love one another all else is insane. I'm a mother out there feeling their pain. I'm a mother out there feeling their fear. And I too am crying an ocean of tears. An endless stream of tears. (Chorus) It could be it could be it could be my son.