| . . When I awoke this morning Getting ready for the day I looked into the mirror I saw a teardrop on my face It puzzled me so greatly As I slowly combed my hair I could not place the why or when Or the thought that put it there I thought about the night before The days that had gone by Of all the things I might have felt To put a teardrop in my eye I remember in the paper I read the day before Headlines coming back to me As I felt the tears once more They found a newborn baby That was loosely stashed In an alley, in a dumpster Under a bag of trash Fifteen people died today In a senseless shooting spree Throats were slashed- and heads were bashed Because we disagree Some father burned his house down As his children slept inside A mother slowly smothered Her babies as they cried Doctors kill the unborn But we kill the doctors too It seems heinous- but who could blame us It’s the Christian thing to do There’s genocide, and suicide But we needn’t feel ashamed God knows it is not our fault It’s those violent video games Maybe it’s the TV Or the radios to blame The fault may be a million things It’s really all the same Somewhere we lost compassion We lost the human touch We gave up on each other We gave up on so much It’s become so Goddamn mundane It’s become so damn insane That we’ve lost the very essence Of what makes us all the same So if the words upon this paper Bring a teardrop to your eye Don’t wipe away to forget about The reason that you cry You’ll wake up in the morning See the tear upon your face Know it’s not the why it’s there The why not’s have left their trace |