W.W.J.D.

What am I supposed to do with the weight of the world on my fingertips?
I could try to do something right and miss the mark entirely
Our neighbours were sick
Instead of care about it you’d rather recite fake statistics
You’re justifying the deaths of the innocent
I’ve been partial to distraction
And I can’t miss my chance to make a difference
How can I say I’m satisfied
With the one whose blood still cries out?
How can we say we love peace
And act like these outcris are new things?
When I was a child I thought lik a child
I’m dumbfounded by the things I do now
Coming out of the mouth
You’ve found a sense of belonging
In exclusionist prodding
And refuse to admit your allegiance to split
Between doctrine and a mob mentality
Do you consider that loving?
I’ve been partial to distraction
And I can’t miss my chance to make a difference
How can I say I’m satisfied
With the one whose blood still cries out?
How can we say we love peace
And act like these outcries are new things?
It’s easy to accept things as they are
When the alternative doesn’t affect you at all
Forgive my resistance to listen to ignorance
It’s easy to accept things as they are
When the alternative doesn’t affect you at all
Forgive my resistance to listen to ignorance
How can I say I’m satisfied
With the one whose blood still cries out?
How can we say we love peace
And act like these outcries are new things?
I’ve been partial to distraction
And I can’t miss my chance to make a difference