Love was taken from a young life, and no one told her why, her direction has a dimlight, from one old violent crime.

She innocently questioned why, why her father had to die, she asked the men in blue, how is it that you get to choose, who will live and who will die, did God say that you could decide? You saw he didn’t run, and that my daddy had no gun.

In the middle of a village, way in a distant land, lies a poor boy with his broken toy, too young to understand.

He’s awaken, ground is shaking, his father grabs his hand, screaming, crying, his wife’s dying, now he’s left to explain.

He innocently questioned why, why his mother had to die, what did these soldiers come here for? If they’re for peace, why is there war?

Did God say that they could decide, Who will live and who will die? All my mama ever did, was try to take care of her kids.

We’re innocently standing by, watching people lose their lives, it seems as if we have no voice, it’s time for us to make a choice.

Only God could decide, who will live and who will die, there’s nothing that can’t be done, if we raise our voice as one.

They’ve gotta hear it from me, they’ve gotta hear it from you, they’ve gotta hear it from us, we can’t take it, we’ve already had enough.

Just let God decide…

2 November 2007, 03.28 am.