Why He Cries

I wrote this song almost 20 years ago. It’s a bit over the top, but I think it’s still relevant in light of current world events. You can give a listen here: https://paulaevekirman.bandcamp.com/track/why-he-cries

As the dawn brings a new day
Seems like no one has something good to say
Building walls around our hearts
Where’s the love when lives are torn apart?
Shouting names we can’t repeat
To those who we think are incomplete
And then somehow the truth gets masked in lies
And He watches
And we wonder why He cries

And we speak our words of hate
And we cast our cloak of fear
And we cut our hearts with pain
As our own demise draws near
And we neatly seal our fate
And no words of love we hear
And we beat and kill and maim
As He gently sheds His tears

Flip the channel to the news
It’s enough to give anyone the blues
I can’t bear to watch this pain
All this fighting just seems so insane
They say the war has to be won
But who wins when all is said and done?
Broken dreams, broken hearts, broken lives
And He watches
And we wonder why He cries

And we speak our words of hate
And we cast our cloak of fear
And we cut our hearts with pain
As our own demise draws near
And we neatly seal our fate
And no words of love we hear
And we beat and kill and maim
As He gently sheds His tears

It’s the way we choose to live
We can choose to take or choose to give
It’s what we have to demand
Come to grips with what we don’t understand
Never say it’s not their fault
They’re just acting upon what they’ve been taught
Bloody footprints on the ground and in our lives
And He watches
And we wonder why He cries

And we speak our words of hate
And we cast our cloak of fear
And we cut our hearts with pain
As our own demise draws near
And we neatly seal our fate
And no words of love we hear
And we beat and kill and maim
As He gently sheds His tears

And we rationalize our words
And we turn our heads in shame
And we think of all we’ve hurt
And we try to spread the blame
And we struggle with our deeds
And we try to hide our fear
And we’re sowing the wrong seeds
And He gently sheds his tears