We Are Caught In The “Crossfire” Of Stephen’s Brilliant New Single

From his cover of Adele’s “Hello” to his “Remembering Myself” original the Los Angeles singer/songwriter/producer continues to captivate listeners across the world. Stephen’s Halfway House work has resulted in a sandcastle of emotional masterpieces.

Beautiful as it is fragile the wordsmith returns this week with “Crossfire”. The electric guitars will drive you further into the genius while the piano settles you in for what is to come. You can hear the guns rattling in the background and visualize him standing in the streets telling the story of those who are less fortunate than us. If you are reading this then you are most likely not in the group Stephen is talking about. This song really hits home right now with all the violence and hate going on in the world. I challenge you to make someone smile tomorrow. A complete stranger. Don’t do it for me or your loved ones. Do it for mankind.

He’d trade his guns for love,
But he’s caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin up,
But its not to the sound of birds,
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire

I’d trade my luck to know,
Why he’s caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin’ up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just cant get enough

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire

Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition,
Justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see, from the backseat,
So I’m asking from above,
Can I trust what I’m given,
Even when it cuts?

So Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother

Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught on the cross…

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