I Hate the Facts

I hate when he's always away I hate that he's not home to stay The slamming of prison gates I hate all those fates. I hate the news reports of omenuos times And the fear they bring The approach of another day The flight of the sun and the moon Preachers say don't loose faith A day Born to soon I hate drastic ruin I loath a dimly lit room Why is reality here at all Just to punish the vulnerable And even the small How do nations rise and fall? I hate these numerous FACTS The fate that hates humanity back I hate the innocent suicides And the years that swell my eyes I hate the torment of wretched souls Give them room to breathe Share out what they need Release the ones who will be forever free I hate the danger of a loaded gun Freedom has a soul Let it be done Whose names are written on the Weeping wall of prayer? I wish he where here I hate the feeling of alone