Stephen - Crossfire

[Verse 1] He’d trade his guns for love But he’s caught in the crossfire And he keeps waking up But it’s not to the sound of birds The tyranny, the violent streets Deprived of all that we’re blessed with And we can’t get enough, no [Chorus] Heaven, if you sent us down So we can build a playground For the sinners to play as saints You’d be so proud of what we’ve made I hope you got some beds around ’Cause you’re the only refuge now For every mother, every child, every brother Who’s caught in the crossfi-, who’s caught in the crossfire [Verse 2] I’d trade my luck to know Why he’s caught in the crossfire And I’m here waking up To the sun and the sound of birds Society’s anxiety Deprived of all that we’re blessed with We just can’t get enough, no [Chorus] Heaven, if you sent us down So we can build a playground For the sinners to play as saints You&#