It’s been
three-two-four weeks, Lord
Here in my room, alone, I dial
Your private line – but it ain’t going thru
Lord, are you on holiday?
On the media, that I no longer see
Trouble brews - nay stirs - in paradise
War rages – blood, fresh, is sea
Are we in end times, cast – the dice?
It’s been
three-two-four weeks, Lord
Here in my room, alone, I dial
Your private line – but it ain’t going thru
Lord, are you on holiday?
They kill, maim – in your name
Who is mighty, to them – a game
Babies killed, too – no shame
Lord, taking your name in vain?
It’s been
three-two-four weeks, Lord
Here in my room, alone, I dial
Your private line – but it ain’t going thru
Lord, are you on holiday?
Daily, life becomes harder
Has become a friend – biting hunger
Cruel, I have become – no longer, a neighbour
Like many, I’ve forgot – to share.
It’s been
three-two-four weeks, Lord
Here in my room, alone, I dial
Your private line – but it ain’t going thru
Lord, are you on holiday?
Depression, recession, secession
People, economies, nations
Lord, what’s the lesson?
Humbly, I ask – this question.
It’s been
three-two-four weeks, Lord
Here in my room, alone, I dial
Your private line – but it ain’t going thru
Lord, are you on holiday?
Fire – are you about to pour?
Our wickedness, for you – a sore?
Lord, If I bend, shed a tear
Will it still – your anger?
It’s been
three-two-four weeks, Lord
Here in my room, alone, I dial
Your private line – but it ain’t going thru
Lord, are you on holiday?
It’s been
three-two-four weeks, Lord
Here in my room, alone, I dial
Your private line – but it ain’t going thru
Lord, are you on holiday?
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