One Man's Rain (Anthony Stewart Head)

I saw a man sitting on a hillside Watching the soil bake dry Looking across at the rain cloud forming In another man's sky As the sun beats down, relentless On his crops, withered and dying While the raindrops fall on the other man's land One man's rain. The same desert, the same God And it only rains once a year Why is one man blessed with plenty While the others left to scratch in the dirt? One man's rain, means another man's famine One man's sky is another man's earth One man's riches leave another man poorer One man's temple mocks another man's faith One man's rain and anothers land is barren One man's gain leaves another without One man's palace and anothers left homeless One man's faith is another man's doubt. What's wrong with killing something for pleasure If it's always been that way? What's wrong with killing the trees that help us breathe Or tearing the sky? For every action there's a reaction And on this planet, withered and dying One of us plunders the earth's resources and the rest suffer. One man's rain. We share the same oceans, the same dying world And the notion of supply and demand Balance in all things, nature's promise We'll be left scratching in the dirt. One man's rain, means another man's famine One man's sky is another man's earth One man's riches leave another man poorer One man's temple mocks another man's faith One man's rain and anothers land is barren One man's gain leaves another without One man's palace and anothers left homeless One man's faith is another man's doubt. One man's rain...