So sick I see
I see death and war
A loving couple
That loves no more

The orphaned child
The broken limb
The pious soul
So wracked with sin

Watch flowers spring
From sickened soil
To die again
And lay to spoil

A faceless man
once proud and true
So what's the point
I point to you

If God there be
Is this the goal
That grief impact
Eternal soul

Is there a moral
To this story
Will grief-filled paths
Then lead to glory