George Michael - Patience Lyrics
It's like a conversation, where no-one stops to breatheIs it my imagination, or did God already leave the table?Such destruction, and pure white castles in the sandNo time for introductionWith all that money changing handsAnd the satellite says, “Take a look at all we have”But the old man says,“You want my family, for your liberty…I can't do that.”Look into the eyes of any patient manWhether they be amber, green or blue,There's a piece of God staring back at youBut they see our children, and the old folk fend for themselvesThey see our broken womenOn imaginary shelvesBut the satellite says, “Won't you people look at all we have?Don't you want it?Can't you see the things that you lack?”Children in his arms, he turns his back.