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