Some Kind of War

She was only driving 20
 On the highway into town
 The man behind her honked his horn
 Saying,"Put that cell phone down,
 You're gonna make me late to work,
 Honey I ain't got all day."
 He didn't know her dad was on the line,
 Telling her, her mom just passed away
 It's hard to know what someone's going through,
 Unless you're standing right there in their shoes
 It's not always on CNN
 Or on some distant shore
 Life itself can be a battlefield
 And we're all fighting some kind of war
 He sleeps out in the alley,
 Out behind the corner bar
 People look at him and wonder,
 How he ever sank that far
 Finally seven years ago,
 When his wife and children died
 When he lost his family, he lost
 His self respect and pride
 It's hard to know what someone's going through,
 Unless you're standing right there in their shoes
 It's not always on CNN
 Or on some distant shore
 Life itself can be a battlefield
 And were all fight some kind of war
 Lord help me stop and understand,
 Before I rush to judge my fellow man
 It's not always on CNN
 It's down the street and right next door
 Life itself can be a battlefield
 And were all fight some kind of war