Who Will Speak For The Children?
(Jeannie Clark Fisher 1990 © 1993)

Children, what have they done,
What have they done to you?

And who will speak for the children?
Those who have nowhere to turn.
Their words may sound weak,
But if we heard them speak,
We'd weep from the stories they'd tell.

She was just ten years old.
Her world seemed desperate I'm told.
But it was all that she knew
To keep trusting that soon
All the heartache would end someday.
And she would never have thought
That those hands that had brought
Her home in a gown, would now lay her down,
Down in the water so cold.

And he had just turned four.
Couldn't even unlock the door.
But he wanted to stay even though every day
Was as bad as the day before.
He only wanted some love
From the people he watched above.
But they undid his life with the point of a knife
As he lay on the floor so cold.

Why does it happen, tell me,
Have you lost all compassion
For the little lives so precious and new,
For the little lives depending on you?

Children, what have they done,
What have they done to you?
You're living through hell
And, oh, the stories you'd tell.
And who will speak for the children?

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Black Skies
(Jeannie Clark Fisher 1970 © 2004)

Black skies in the morning
And dark clouds at night.
Yes, it's black skies,
Cause my man
Won't be coming home tonight.

He said, Mama,
You know I hate to leave my home.
And it's black skies,
Cause I got this achin' feeling
And I just got to be movin' on.

But when I held him in my arms,
You know everything was all right.
He made me feel like I was someone,
He made me feel like I was his woman.

And it's dark clouds in the midday
And sorry skies in the evening.
And I just can't get that man off my mind.
And it's black skies,
But I guess I'll have to keep on hangin' on.

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Rose
(Jeannie Clark Fisher 2002 © 2004)

Rose waits for me on a bench out in front
Of the senior's apartment building.
It's nice place to live but she jokes
There are too many old people there.
They're younger than she
So she laughs when she tells.
And she looks very good, very young
For her eighty-eight years.

She pulls herself up to the seat in my truck
With a sigh, cause it's high,
But she makes it.
She couldn't do it herself just last year
When her health wasn't doing so well.
It's a long way to step when you're shorter each year.
We head off down the road,
Out to find her some groceries from town.

Who would have known she'd be here on her own
Far from home?
Now she's going it alone.
She was there from the beginning
And I'll be there at the end.

Her husband and she built a house by the shore
Square and small, filled with food, drink and laughter.
Everyday in that house
Music played while they worked
Keeping polish and shine.
Their income was small
But she managed it well.
And they loved through the fits and the fights
And the joys and the tears.

Their home was their pride,
But the proudest days came
With the birth of a son and a daughter.
The children grew strong,
Learned to sing and to laugh
When the parties began.
Times had changed, they rebelled,
Soon left home, but returned.
And Rose kept them fed,
Made the beds in her house by the shore.

She was wed sixty years in that house
Life went on, now he's gone.
Memories haunt her with his song.
They shared a life from the beginning
And she was there till the end.

She fixed up her place with the charm and the grace
Of the house, square and small, by the shoreline.
Now the grandchildren come for the food and the drink
And the laughter and wine.
She comes to the door, there's a smile on her face,
With a cute girlish grin,
Once again her eyes sparkle and shine.

I bring her supplies from the store, but it's more
Than she wanted, she hands it back over.
We fight over things like we did
When we lived in the house by the shore.
Only now I don't take it so seriously.
And we laugh, let it pass,
Settle back, drink our coffee and tea.

Who would have guessed we'd be blessed to be close
Now I keep her fed, make her bed,
Keep her polish and shine,
And the privilege is all mine.
She was there for me from the beginning
And I'll be there for her at the end.

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It's All About The Money
(Jeannie Clark Fisher 2001 © 2004)

You thought it was something about glory,
Pride and dignity in the land of the free.
You thought it was something to believe in.
But now you see, so obviously,
It's all about the money.
Money, money, money, give me more.
Companies buyin' out companies,
Maximize the profits, layin' off the workers.
Forget about devotion, it'll get you nowhere.
It's not about loyalty anymore.

You thought it was something about beauty.
Art and sensitivity up on the silver screen.
It was something you believed in.
But now you know, that's not how it goes,
It's all about the money.
Money, money, money give me more.
Industries making movies,
Judge 'em by the profits, stacking up the dollars.
Action, sex and murder, people pay for anything.
It's not about quality anymore.

Let's think about it, see what we're doing.
Don't let the good things
Slip out of our hands.

You thought it was something that was sacred.
Peace and love for all humanity.
It was something to believe in.
But now you can't deny
What makes this whole thing fly.
It's all about the money.
Money, money, money, give me more.
Christmas run by executives
Gotta make a profit, shopping is the target.
Selling baby Jesus, hanging on the money tree.
It ain't about peace on earth anymore.

They thought it was something about progress.
Feed the people the fast and easy way.
Give 'em something to believe in.
But we've been deceived, it was not about our needs,
It was all about the money.
Money, money, money, give me more.
Fast food giants taking over,
Reeling in the profits, health is not the issue.
Tearing down a culture, just to make more money.
It's not about the common good,
Cause profit is number one.
I don't like this way we live anymore.

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Family
(Jeannie Clark Fisher 1988 © 1989)

People seem to idolize the glamorous life.
But the rich and the famous
Have got their share of strife.
It's the everyday people, they are the stars,
Who make love and devotion their goal and desire.
And I know it's a good life,
Being a mother and a proud wife.

And it's my family,
The people who love me,
Who stay by my side when I'm wrong or right,
And give me the strength
To live out my life.
Yes, it's my family,
The ones who really need me,
Who brighten the days in so many ways,
And give me a reason for trying
To make something good in this life.

So nurture your family, take pride in their lives.
The brothers and sisters, the husbands and wives.
We all need each other to be there when we need
A little love and devotion and true sympathy.
And it's raising the young ones
And loving your loved ones.

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