Why do you stand away
Why do you hide yourself
They say that you’ve forgotten
Say that you don’t care
Why don’t you show your face
Where are you when I pray
Proud men give you the finger
Poor men fall away
When will the poor man
God what’s up with this?
When will the poor man find some food?
When will the blind man
God what’s up with this?
When will the blind find eyes to see you?
When will the lonely
God what’s up with this?
When will the lonely feel your hands?
God, will I ever ever understand…
