We awake to sunshine on roses
Oh but why the World, she weeps?
What outlandish cries from devilish eyes
attack her while she sleeps?
Oh the World, she weeps in shadows and light
why must she continue to burn?
While terror is winning with Hell’s new beginning
It’s she who takes the burden to turn
The World, she weeps without hope to spare
and watches as children scatter
The devil, he dances like careless romances
and no one asks her what’s the matter
She weeps, the world, on beds of satin
The rain falls like acid on bones
Be bleached of fairness and render us careless
With hearts as placid as stones
We fall asleep with moon rays on oceans
Oh but why, the World, she weeps?
It’s all the while she’ll give and she’ll smile
As we play this cruel game for keeps.
“Psalms 9:13 Have mercy on me, O LORD; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, you that lift me up from the gates of death:”