What can't we justify?
What is our destination
What can't we justify,
can this nation no longer cry?
If all eyes were to be fixed upon you...
which subjects would you not broach; categorize as off-limits, label as taboo
With each new day, a greater turning away from Founder, Framer, Father, Lord
What is the meaning behind the words, "live by the sword and die by the sword"?
When is enough, enough,
when will there be an awakening
What will it take for this once Godly Nation to do
the things that we know, we are supposed to do?
Are yet to be born babies really babies or are they just matter
justified my entire life, dismissed and labeled, the latter
Otherwise, within the light of each new day, how could we dare show face?
The past can't be undone, but we can get passed, such a National disgrace
Life has been devalued, humans kill humans, we see the images every day
It's blamed on this, it's blamed on that, but it cannot simply...be blamed away
Christians and Jews aren't seen as people, in many places far away,
just in-the-way obstacles, praying incessantly, Satan stay away, another day
Here in this land, we dismiss so much; the meaning of things change and no one says a word
What's good is bad and bad is good and an outcry, seldom, if ever, is heard
We do not want to be 'that one' that dares to stand apart and so...
we disengage, we turn away, wondering how far is gone and will we actually go?
We turn our backs on those who are hurting and then we regret, when it’s too late
We attempt to justify not being there, then we chalk it up to fate
How many leave this earth thinking...that they never really mattered?
How many leave this earth heartbroken, how many leave completely shattered?
It's so easy for us to glom on, if it means being a part of the crowd
Even when our little voice whispers, even when our conscience is so loud
Although everything within us is fighting, not to do the things which we do
We get caught up in the moment, we lose sight of what is true
So we've become a justification nation, how did we allow this to be
How does it all turn out, what do you foresee?
We repeat lies as truth, when we know to do better, we fall short in so many ways
I wonder, do you wonder sometimes like me, just how numbered are our days?
© 2018 A B Williams