The faith I have keeps falling apart
The pain we share I will turn into art.
Every day is difficult from the start
Feelings neglected soon buried in the heart.
People are struggling but we’re doing fine.
In our million dollar mansions
Drinking imported wine.
People keep struggling but we’re doing fine.
Can’t remember the last free moment
No crisis, no chore, no one to comment.
Starting from this path no choice would be different
All my efforts dreams and cries so easily misspent
People are starving but we’re doing fine.
It’s the way it is and has always been,
So many suffer at Christmas Time.
People keep starving but we’re doing fine.
Help who you can but so many in need
While men trample where you plant your seed.
To pay for survival you sacrifice and bleed
Only to smother from the consolidation of greed.
People are dying but we’re doing fine.
But the uneducated and the lazy,
They are ruining my Christmas Time.
People keep dying but we’re doing fine.
The faith I have keeps falling apart
The pain we share I will turn into art.
Every day is difficult from the start
Feelings neglected soon buried in the heart.
MidiMike 