Eat Your Meal In Peace
Every time I think of history I only find pain and despair
In each of these worlds, there is someone I can hate
That's it, another world, harvested upon the one I stand
What lesson have I learned, light a fire or plant a tree of life?
I have mastered the sense of being in a constant struggle
But somehow I can’t let go for what might be
What is it that I’m living for, is it something I don’t know
I can only pray for strength, your will is mine now
Will only words that weep and whisper change your heart?
Will you think me weak, unable to stand up for myself
Should I ask God to bless every soul or pray for vengeance?
I won't cast the world before Satan, he already knows us well