Divine - So It Begins

Agony

The suffering of the masses

They cry of pain and envy

Children starve as we gorge ourselves

On this feast of indifference

We claim we’re abandoned

As we deny the ones who need us most

We have the means to make things right

But our comfort comes first

For better or for worse

We would rather question the divine

To soothe our conscience we pass the blame

Irony

Claiming the helpless should be saved

While we hold the power in our fingers

Aren’t we tired of watching them waste away

Will we remain as slaves to contentment

Or will we break free

We have the means to make things right

But our comfort comes first

For better or for worse

We would rather question the divine

To soothe our conscience we pass the blame

We call for action as idly we stand by

Yet we shake our fists and curse the sky

Think of the difference we could make

If we took it on ourselves

Rather than leaving it to fate

Think of the difference we could make

If we took it on ourselves

Rather than leaving it to fate

This reason we'

Ve been given

We used to justify passivity

Instead of complaining

Why don’t we seize the opportunity