Listening, In The Darkest Parts

"Listening, In The Darkest Parts"

There's always this calm, before the storm.

And when it rains, it often pours.

People don't live, how they used to... Long.

People don't dream, like they once did, when they were kids.

People don't believe, in fairy-tales, or in make-believe.

They don't believe in God no more.

Seems like when they stopped believing in God, they stopped believing in love.

People don't love how they use to, they just want use you. To know what can you do, for them. That, "What can you do for me?" mentality.

There's always this calm, before the storm.

And when it rains, it often pours.

People don't live, how they used to... Long.

One day your here, the next, your being shot, just buying groceries. Or on the way to pay your bills.

People want to hate people, and love the ones they shouldn't.

Everybody belongs to God.

Everyone is God's child.

Your spirit will go back to where it came, and just like that!

People are out here dying, and their souls are crying, crying out to God, from the dirt.

Asking God why, because it hurts.

Why did they have to die before their time?

Vengeance is mines, this says the Lord. Vengeance is His, and how sweet it is.

There's always this calm, before the storm.

And when it rains, it often pours.

People don't live, how they used to...

Long.