Oh Why

I need a god to feed my soul from this famine
 I do believe, but I don't understand it
 I lost my mind on the road to this freedom
 'Cause my abyss is a life without reason
 Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh?
 Why do I put myself through this?
 Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh?
 Why do I put myself through this?
 Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh?
 I hope the suffering's worth it
 Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh?
 And we suffer for a purpose
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 Money talks, but prevents us to speak truth
 (Greed has poisoned men's soul)
 Paper chase cut down trees that we breathe through
 (They have lost their way, they have lost their way)
 Go to war for a greedy man's profit
 (Soldiers, don't give yourself to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you)
 Lose a son as he clips and then he shoots
 An eclipse when he leaves you
 Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh?
 Why do we put ourselves through this?
 Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh?
 Why do we put ourselves through this?
 Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh?
 I hope the suffering's worth it
 Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh?
 And we suffer for a purpose
 I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor
 That's not my business
 I don't want to rule or conquer anyone
 I should like to help everyone, if possible
 Jew, Gentile, Black man, White
 We all want to help one another, human beings are like that
 We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery
 We don't want to hate and despise one another
 And this world has room for everyone..."
 This is my soul to yours
 Sparking thoughts and moments in life's eternal flame
 I went to hell and back and externalized my internal pain
 Burnt by ego and what my life should be with no purpose gained
 I realized if I die, this sphere will still spin
 The Sun will still come up and you can still hear this song
 Which helped me clear some fear from within
 I found how little I matter in existence and matter
 So I stopped looking at myself
 And for the first time, I really looked at the world
 This unusual, beautiful world
 This world which could be heaven, but is more of a
 Working poorly purgatory
 Where children die for a war that started decades before their first breath
 Yet they burn for someone else's undeserving glory
 A world where fear feels mandatory and is forced down
 Our throats by endless seeds of media lies
 Which blossom in people's minds and distract the masses
 From peace as if universal love and freedom is a secret
 I read an old Sufi story, that touched me on a visceral level
 A man, who in his rage, in a mess
 Haunted by the world and the pain and distress broke down
 He allowed the suffering in this world to internalize into his own soul and mind
 And in a blinded crying rage, he stepped out the street
 Looked up to the sky and raised his voice
 To the top of his lungs and screamed
 "Why, God? Oh, why is there so much suffering in this life, God?"
 He took to the floor began hitting the Earth
 'Til his knuckles bled
 Screaming with every troubled breath
 "Why don't you do something?
 You're meant to represent loving and breath
 Not hunger and death! Why don't you do something?"
 And after hours of transitioning the worlds flaws in this critical phase
 Into his own literal, physical pain
 He exhausted asked silently once more
 "Why won't you do something?
 There's so much pain and lies in this world
 Why don't you send truth?"
 And in a peaceful fleeting moment
 Which felt eternal, God replied to him
 "I have done something
 I sent you" (you)
 See the powers in your hands, the powers in my hands
 No amount of guns or greed, or lies or money
 Can steal the eternal truth of universal love
 Which is at the core of all of our existence
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 Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world
 Millions of despairing men, women, and children
 Victims of a system that makes men torture
 And imprison innocent people
 To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair
 The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed
 The bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress
 The hate of men who will pass, and dictators die
 And the power they took from the people
 Will return to the people