Kevin Carter

Kevin Carter died a suicide

in Johannesburg in 1994

We honored him for going in

and showing us the face of war

But he would not come out again

He was only thirty three

and hollow haunted were his eyes

In his hand a cigarette,

wasted worried can't forget

Smoking, weeping, cursing flies

Hail Mary, full of grace,

I cannot forget his face

And I didn't understand, oh I didn't understand

And I didn't see the blood on my own two hands

I didn't understand, oh I didn't understand

And I didn't see the blood on my own two hands

At a feeding camp for refugees,

he photographed a dying baby girl

A vulture stalked her patiently,

that picture told around the world

Of famine, war, and misery

And when his camera work was done,

he chased the vulture on its way

And he sat crying, lost and stunned,

in Africa on stony ground

Wondering who was the bird of prey

Hail Mary, full of grace,

I cannot forget his face

He was crying for the little child, crying for his friends

He was crying for the blood on his own two hands

He was crying for the little child, crying for his friends

He was crying for the blood on his own two hands

Kevin Carter died a suicide

in Johannesburg in 1994

We honored him for going in

and showing us the face of war

But he would not come out again

The fascinating face of war

experienced from a distant shore

And each day curious for more

How does it look, what happened there

But the message took the messenger

Hail Mary, full of grace,

I cannot forget his face

And we'll never understand, oh we'll never understand

till we look and see the blood on our own two hands

And we'll never understand, oh we'll never understand

till we look and see the blood on our own two hands