Pieces

The Mission cries, watch her fall, watch her danceWithout a crutch, without a sling, without a second chanceHe slithers by, hed like to pass, he walks on his pathWithout a second thought, without a glance, he doesnt want to watch the dancePicking up the pieces, we have eyes and magazines but we dont seePicking up the pieces, is this how its supposed to be?She doesnt dare look in their eyes and see what they knowShe doesnt dare hear their cries, they should have helped themselves a long time agoAll the world, all the trouble, all the painAnd all the heavy hearts, whod like to know when well come round againPicking up the pieces, we have eyes and magazines but we dont seePicking up the pieces, is this how its supposed to be?What you have done to the least of my brothers youve done to meWhat you have done to the least of my sisters youve done to mePicking up the pieces, we have eyes and magazines but we dont seePicking up the pieces, is this how its supposed to be? (2X)Is this how its supposed to be?