Looking at the world and what I see

with it’s misplaced hate and misery

I can see the hatred right through it’s eyes

and hear satins words through the lies

but we can not stop we spread our hate

putting to our  miserable disgrace

so I go up to heaven and knock on God’s door

and ask him now what are we living for

I don’t understand and I need some help

no longer can I do this by myself

and before he answers I’m on the ground looking up at the sky

trying to see clearly through my tear filled eyes

I try to stand strong but becoming so weak

I open my mouth but the words won’t speak

so I fall gently down to my troublesome knees

and scream to the sky Only God Can Judge Me.