War Tree’s and Poverty

I stepped out onto a mantelpiece

To get some peace

feeling like I was going to cry

 

looked up to the sky

raised my hands up high

in a gesture to ask why

 

tell me what are we fighting for

are we living just for war

 

we are fighting just to die

 bleeding from our wounds inside

 

 our mother’s womb

pushed out into the tomb

 

why do we need so much pain

to change a world that is torn by war

 

what about the people who died

can you tell me what did they die for

 

what did they live their lives for

before the bomb rained

 

why do we war for nothing but taking lives

 

I don't believe it was in God’s plan

what was Gods 5th command

 

this is where I'm at

this is where I stand

 

I do not understand what God allows to happen

why do children have to bleed uncontrollably

 

fighting for their lives it's not their war to fight

nor is it their time to turn in and say goodnight

 

why do they have to be afraid

of flashing lights in the night

 

a tree stood in the mist of the garden

don't get me started

 

an angel drew a flaming sword to gaud it

the tree gave life to the broken hearted

raised up the dearly departed

 

living water sprung from the well

come if you're thirsty

you don’t even need a pale

 

bread fell from the sky

touching the ground and saving some Israelites

 

the sick got up out of bed

the lame chose to walk

the blind see's and the deaf do talk

 

the merchants got angry

the doctors wanted blood

 

took what was free

gave us poverty

 

trying to make ends meet

what happen to the bread that was free

 

why are we so hungry

this whole world is out of order

 

bring back that living water

that flows endlessly

 

like wedding wine

just too hard to swallow

 

the plot  thickens