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 feat 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 mothers find their empty beds..

How can we grow if we’re constantly being misled?

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?

God, give me ecstasy!

I’m alone, but this is not about me

What is it that I don’t see? 

I feel pay from thousands of miles away

The sun is shining, but the day is painted gray