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