This Which Shouldn'T Be

When fairness plays not the strings are plucked to keep them ringin' The notes sound as words written To spell out what this means to me I doubt I'll ever say Come forth as one To take me from Lonely You could be my safety net I fell to my knees in awe inspired hypnotic I see not what you seem, but what you are By the grace of God this shouldn't be... As much as I want it, we can never be Spilled is the blood of the innocent, Cried is the screams of problemed hearts, Cut is the arms of the wicked, And I've spilled from cuts I scream