The Stolen Eye - Poverty's No Crime

Holes in my face, thorn in my side

Sounds of the masses — so far away

I’ve wasted my time believing in you

Nothing is sacred to me anymore

But I feel I must tell about it right now

What they have done to me

How could I ever lose my faith

I know I’m one of a few

I beg someday I’ll be again

The one I was before