In the background, you hear a marching band
As the miseries come to its ending point
Woe is me and
My life is blowin up the joint
The life I once knew
Is bloodshed
War began anew
Warriors dead
As I once knew who I was
It was far too late
I was a young boy once
And it was an earthquake
Hurry all to my funeral
And the misery marches on
My world is done it all
And I am cloaked in blood
Blackened and brutality
Woe is me my world gone
Just as I began to be a reality
My blood is boiled I begun
Open up the Bible
And began to pray
I seek truth and faithful
As it’s only me being needy
Justice is all you wanted for
You’re just a young pretty thing
Oh well, honey, there’s the door
My world I married before too late
I need you and you need me
Woe is me and it’s farthest from home
Opened up my Bible and prayed
My Lord is my Sheppard I have become
Pleading for my weakened bone-chilled skin
As the misery, I knew marches onward
I crack open a smile and marched on
To my advantage, I began to pray for this world
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