Knelt at your bedside

Head in your hands

Praying away evils that you think you understand

That might be me, that might be my upbringing, might be your understanding of the hatred you've been breeding

You forced your own blood to suffer a cycle

Teaching a preaching and teaching bigotry

Nurturing their nature for hurting one another

Dying for our sins dying fearing them

A simple sign of self regret could justify your strife

Are you proud of how time has aged you?

Are you proud of what your claims have made you?

All he asked for was forgiving love

Unconditional care from the roots not the sun

A promise a prayer, your grace, his care

We won't suffer any longer