Monday, 22 November 2010

I Only Have Words

I look out on this world, yonder

And my mind begins to ponder

Thinking about all of the hate

Of why do we face such cruel fate

Of the dangers and the obsession

Sinking deeper into our depression

Is there any love left there outside?

Must hope always have to hide?

We see only what we want to see

Blind eyes always look away from misery

We turn our backs on women and children battered

Always acting like it never really mattered

Make judgement on violence on the streets

Some turn to that crime, to make ends meet

I hold my hands to my head in despair

Wondering, at times, does God care?

And after all we have to go through

I only have words to give to you

copyright Chris Smith 2009

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