God's Love کے بول

Striking at mental apparitions Like a drunk on a vacant street Silently beset by the hands of time indelicate in its fury An aberrant crack as skeletons yield To unrelenting gravity While viruses prowl for helpless victims Who succumb rapidly (Tell me!) Tell me; where is the love? In a careless creation? When there's no above There's no justice Just a cause and no cure And a bounty of suffering It seems we all endure And what I'm frightened of Is that they call it God's love twisted torment make believe There's a truth and we all submit Believe my eyes, my brain complies To all that they interpret I know there's no reason for alarm But who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm? We can change our minds; there's a better prize But first you've got to They call it God's love My pain is God's love