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Why do little ones cry

With no loving one to dry their eyes

Why do the rich live in luxury

While the struggling mom and her child go hungry



Why do some people grow up hated

While others have themselves overrated

Why do some parents beat their kids

Why can't I speak my thoughts and not keep them hid



Why do people talk but not hear

Why must we all live our lives in fear

Why is anyone better than anyone else

Why can't people just think for themselves



Why must our troops continue to fight

While George just sits in an office saying it's right

Why must it be all white or black

Why must individuality be attacked



Why can't we think of what we should say

Why can't we let go and just live for today

Why can't the tears and pain subside

Why do people feel the need to hide


Why do our young learn to fight

Why can't we teach them what is right

Why do we complain of what we can't change

Why can't we give more in exchange


Why do we believe only whats seen

Why is it right or wrong with no in between

Why do we kill our one chance of hope

Why can't we teach our kids to cope


Why do they victimize

Why do we criticize

Why can't we pray to the Lord above

Why can't our hearts feel unconditional love


Why do we watch our loved ones cry

Why can't we help those sentenced to die

Why do we pretend this world is okay

Why can't we see that there is another way


Now I lay me down to sleep, if the Lord really loves me this will all just be a dream



Anything is possible, they say the immortal being is Supreme



In a world that was supposedly created to be perfect



There sure has been a lot of pain and hardship to inflict



Triumphs few and far between



Life full people that set out to hurt and demean



Robbery, rape, murder, kids killing kids, moms killing babies, neglect, abuse, people who just don't care



Is it any wonder that people believe the Lord just isn't there



Blind faith and trust is what's expected



But day after day you continue to get blasted



By things that hurt, and bring you low



The Lord doesn't answer, does he hear you? You don't know?



Prayers go unanswered no matter how many times you try



There's nothing left to do now but sit here and cry



Cry for the things that are lost and will never be found



Cry for the sorrow you feel, it's profound



To get to the Lord one must give up control



How can you can do that when the last time you tried you ended up in a hellhole



Wanting so much to have faith and to trust



But how can I have faith in a Lord who turned my life to dust?







Do not Judge me until you've walked a mile in my shoes