Mama’s talking on the telephone
He can’t really tell for sure who it is
So he just keeps playing all alone
Picking up pieces and bits
He knows that it’s Daddy’s weekend
But he knows Dad’s been busy before
That’s the kind of thing you get used to
When you’re a prisoner of war
Innocent refugees
Some about as high as your knees
Tightrope walking battle lines
That link two hostile shores
Innocent refugees
Blame themselves and ask God to please
Bring a resolution through the door
Prisoners of war
The diplomatic road is filled with holes
from Grandma’s mines
Opinions of insurgents are deploying
from all sides
Command control’s a casualty,
communication’s lost
Barricade the bridges; hold the captives
at all cost
Little girl is having a big day
Pretty presents and colorful balloons
Six candles on a birthday cake
And lots of friends in the room
But when she closed her eyes to make a wish
Her Mama only looked at the floor
Cause she knows what’s first on the list
Of this prisoner of war
Innocent refugees
Redirected by divorce decrees
Promises are only hope
And really nothing more
Innocent Refugees
Little hearts foolish pride has seized
Selfish factions keeping petty scores
Prisoners of war
Innocent refugees
I bet you know at least one of these
