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

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

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