Why I Don'T Believe In God

Where is God when innocence is torn to pieces and shreds? When in somber they are ripped, Very cold from their small beds Who’d you ask to keep them safe? When all has gone awry? When all that’s left is passion pleading not to say goodbye? Who shall bring you comfort when the crowd soon fades away? When all the cards and flowers loose their color like the day All that’s left of this small child is cold stone to mark her spot Headline reads the telling title “Help find this missing Tot” As sadness spills a lonely cry into her darkened room Never should walls of butterflies convey a sense of gloom You mesh into a rocking chair that used to help her sleep A Disney Princess smiles away, stuffed pony at your feet You’re begging God for answers as you slowly close your eyes Were all the Sunday classes filled with sentiments and lies? All the prayers and wishes That seemed so true, sincere Weren’t enough to keep her safe As God slowly disappeared NEVER assume your children Are safe when out at play Evil lurks ‘round corners, In dark and violent ways May you never know the day You cry and plead for more The evil that I speak about, He is living right next door