falling

[sojuern]

falling, falling
I hear the sound of the weeping
the crying
the dead and dying

so much evil in the world
so much crime and hate
is this the cruel punishment of our fat

child kills child
brother kills brother
sun verse dottier
mother veers mother

our nerves are frayed
and your hop seem just to fade

can we still be saved
is that any thing that has not yet stared

lord give me the sight to see the way.
for victory seem so far from this day