Dear God,

Are you happy with what you see from above?
Kids killing kids for the price of drugs
We’re ruining what you gave to us, with no chance to turn it around
You should show that you aren’t smiling, rather expressing a frown
Why don’t we give some of the wealth to the poor to help their struggle
Instead the government would rather invade countries and stir more trouble
Is it to much to ask for everyone to just be friends
Why should it even matter we came from different ends
You created us in your image, deep inside were all the same
Can’t point the finger at you, we are the ones to blame
Hoping you judge my life soon and decide my fate
Before you pick someone else and close the gate