44 Too Many

22 a day is 44 too many

We need a world where there aren't any

In the silence I hear the voices

I hear the screams

Before my eyes I see the faces

Pale white like ghosts in the night

Time and time again

They march right past me

Asking why, why didn't I save them

The blood pours red from their wounds

Then just clear IV fluid from the ruptures in the body

Their breaths short and rattling

As they gasp for air

What am I missing?

Why can’t I keep the life in them?

Where was God that day?

Where is he today?

He wasn't there when the world fell silent

My ears deaf to everything else

My eyes blinded by what lay before me

He isn't here now as things from days gone by echo in my ears

He isn't here now as their ghosts haunt me

22 a day is 44 too many

Who's going to save us?

Who's going to stop me?

Where was God that day?

Where is God today?