There Is A Sickness In My Soul
There is a sickness in my soul As I sit and watch the news More children have been murdered Is this really what we choose? My heart is pained and weary I just don't understand This pointless, senseless violence Someone has to take a stand There is a sickness in my soul As I see the mothers crying The faces of the victims The children who are dying I am angry nothing changes "Do something!" I keep shouting Compromise or combine ideas Your inaction is surprising There is a sickness in my soul That all we do is argue Surely we can all agree There's something better we can do I don't care about your politics I don't care about your pride I care about the children And the sickness we have inside