Questions For God

QUESTIONS FOR GOD
(Written by Ben Antoniadis / Michael Gray Griffith)

Street sweeper sweeps away the broken at dawn
The souls without hope; forgotten, forlorn
As leaves fall gently like jaded ballerinas
Dancing on the praying saying, “Lord, can’t you hear us?”

Angels sigh from the Afterlife
At a man laying flowers at the feet of A.I.
As his mother cries for the child that was
And the satellites prey upon the soon to be gone

Lord, Lord, Lord
We’re falling apart
What was that gift you gave us to heal our hearts?

Why do ambulances rush in eerie silence?
With lights flashing hard but muted sirens
And what is this fuse burning deep inside?
I’m sick all the time but they tell me I’m fine

Lord, Lord, Lord
We’re falling apart
What was that gift you gave us to heal our hearts?

Oh, Lord
How long till you return our call?
Oh, Lord, we’re holding on
Trying to stay strong through it all

Street sweeper sweeps away the broken at dawn
The souls without hope; forgotten, forlorn
Is our deal still to be saved or forsaken?
I believe that it is but I could be mistaken

Lord, Lord, Lord
We’re falling apart
What was that gift you gave us to heal our hearts?

Oh, Lord
How long till you return our call?
Oh, Lord, we’re holding on
Trying to stay strong through it all