These are things hidden, subtle,
yet right outside our doors
In our ignorance and our colorblindness
we feed them more and more
in ways we refuse to see
History cannot truly change
if the heart of man stays the same
It’s a vicious cycle that goes on and on.
Who will pick up the shattered pieces of this fallen world?
I’m falling to my knees,
punched in the gut by all this misery.
Don’t tell me that total depravity is not a thing