The Battle of Sin
Sometimes I cry in my sleep at night,
The world is so confused, it's not right.
Babies dying no one cares,
Hunger, poverty everywhere.
People kill without a thought,
Diseases with cures that can be bought.
Some buy drugs that they don't need,
Others do without, what does that mean?
Children growing up too fast,
No time to learn about their past.
People all around the world shout,
"There is no Freedom help us out"
We fight wars we never win,
The battle is here, It's name is Sin.
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