I want God to tell me
how to silence the shadows around,
I need his angels to show me
how to drag myself up from the ground

when everything around you is shattered
broken and resolute, and
the world carries on piling the weights
even though it knows you need a hand

when the people you thought loved you
have played you down to the last pound,
when it's only through humiliation
that the bitter truth is found

am I the only one in this place
who is decent, true and pure
cursed to be a shape-shifting wanderer
wallowing with the sick and poor?

Tell me, does God really exist
and if he does why make this place?

Oh why allow a world so promising
to fill with anger, jealousy and disgrace?

The 21st Century's breaking down
It's evident, and sadly it seems
that simple truth and honesty
are only possible in my dreams.