I am not the point of a spear
And because of this
I have drawn the walls near
But I feel no discomfort
For there is nothing left
Except what I hold dear

We cannot **** everyone
We cannot arrest everyone
We cannot **** a burning bush

The world stands to one side
Watching the violence of men
While the conflicted who cried
Sleep between culture and truth
Despairing for our innocence
Standing accused inside the divide

Why do we believe we are the chosen ones?
Why do we violate the rights of others?
Why do we value one child over another?

The old one could never understand
Why we cry so easily about life
When his friends bloodied white sand
But we question our choices
As history reveals only death
Our history will not be as they planned

Every generation watches as it dies
Every generation wonders about the end
Every generation listens for Gabriel's horn

I do not need to prove my freedom
By mocking another man’s beliefs
Because that is not freedom
That is fear of the unknown
That is fear of our own faith
I thought we were all God’s children