I think I know why I feel guilty
Each and every time I lay down to sleep
Maybe because it is the murdering military
But no, I must look deep...
I can't sleep peacefully
Because of the slaughter of innocence
I can see everything so painfully
I can see between the bars of the graveyard fence
I see little children running for they're lives
They're blood trailing them to hiding places
People are dying in dives
All those haunting faces...
I can see the rape of a child
People watching on, unaffected
I scream at them, I go wild
But they carry on, life is perfect
I see a husband leaning over his wife
I see him hit her across the face
I see him lean for the knife
This man brings me disgrace...
I hear children chanting
Warding off the evils of the night
I hear robbers demanding
Their guns bringing fright
Then I'm back at my home
And I find this all happening here
At night I'm never alone
And for my life, I fear
I know why I feel guilty
It has to do with how I live
Even though I have no more purity
And I turn to the friendly knife
I feel guilty that there is a roof
To cover my ungrateful head
I feel guilty about the fan that moves in a loop
And for the comforting mattress of a bed
I'm guilty of never eating what I'm given
When others would die for food
I don't deserve a place in heaven
God must be in a pleasant mood
I'm guilty of having a life
When many people have died for less
That why I turn to the friendly knife
And make this ungrateful mess
I'm guilty of not thinking of others
I'm guilty of never caring
I'm guilty for pitying the mothers
I'm guilty of never thinking how they are fairing
But I will be guilty no more
And I will die with honour, guiltless
Put that red cross upon this guiltless door
To mark where a body is lifeless
My guilt has fled
But people are still dying
And now there is just one more empty bed
And another mother left crying
