Time-trodden hearts scream for fulfillment that never arrives

Faith-battered souls plead for answers to their prayers

Mind sets bend and stretch beyond repairs

The last few believers’ blank eyed stares

Parents tuck their sweet innocents into eternal beds

The reaper stole their future once so bright

The guilty walks with laughter through the night

More believers turn away from the spirits light

Age holds no answers only deeper loss

We watch the candle burning to the wick

Too late we see the fights we didn’t pick

We were too busy burning time and being sick

Now the rapists, the abusers the men of death

Know civil rights rules serve to the guilty

They laugh and commit crimes vile and filthy

Prison time – a vacation for them, don’t be silly

And the baby weeps in his home of straw

As the man on the cross gazes off in despair

While the spirits flame seems to weak to share

As the Father weeps knowing so few really care.