As I think about the world that we live in

I’d begin to think that they’d declare our world a sin

We are all benighted sinners

None of us want to lose, but we certainly fear for the winners

They win, they die,

We lose, we cry

For now they are absent

A pool of tears

We drown in their absence

Where these children now lay their heads...

Where their mother’s find their empty beds...

How can we grow when these answers go unsaid?

I feel, I hurt, I still cry

Hearing these words, it’s sad, because they didn’t want to die

Why does this seize me?

Please, give me ecstasy!

I’m alone, but this is not even about me

What is it that I don’t see?

I feel pain from thousands of miles away

The sun is shinning, but the day is painted gray