Sad
Sad
The storm rages, thunder rumbles,
Odin throws his lightning rods
The world trembles and is fearful.
God looks down at this his work.
What have I done, what have I made
I gave my only son
Yet still my flock they have not learned
The reason why they live.
I made them many colours, a rainbow for the world.
I gave them different tongues as music for the ear.
Yet I gave them brains to think but they often are misused.
The devil hides within some, no matter what their colour.
It matters not who they are but how they treat their fellow man.
God looks down and sighs a wind
And wipes his hand across
Maybe he thinks to start again
And make a brand new world.
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