Where Is the Love
Racism, war murder, fear
The world is a dangerous place my dear
Poverty, Depression, Lord above
Lord above, where is the love?
The world is slowly falling apart
Losing its soul; losing its heart
People out for what they can take
Not knowing that their lives are at stake
People in the streets with no food to eat
No shelter, no home, no shoes on their feet
They do not know the word; do not know the light
Lord, do not let them leave your sight
Many struggle with earthly possessions
Running in circles with mortal obsessions
Filling a void that cannot be filled
Their hearts freeze and then become chilled
They are judged by their fellow men
They are but animals in their stereotype’s pen
They search for love; to hold onto something
But in the end, the judgment of man means nothing
Judgment is solely bestowed upon you
Only you lord, your heart is true
As the world falls apart
Losing its soul; losing its heart
As times come to an end
Judgment Day come forth to send
On this earth O’Lord above
Lord tell me: Where is the love?
Copyright © Dylan Foss | Year Posted 2015
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