Dear God, it’s me ya broken child,
And I know that we haven’t spoken in a while,
But it’s been even longer since I’ved choked on a smile,
Hopin maybe I’ll get to remember what a grin is like,
I’ve been the type with way too much sin in life,
But that’s a given aight, So where you been at night,
Ain’t you seen what these kids livin like?
And it’s more than that, theres this war in Iraq,
Teens in the corps is strapped,
They say it’s best to fight but I ain’t sure of that,
So another flagged draped casket is sent to Washington,
And another mother is forced to watch again,
Oh, You already heard of them,WHY AIN'T YOU STOP IT THEN?
And just the other day I lost a friend, to the struggle,
Why show a way out when they can show you a muzzle,
And I hate to burst ya bubble but this world is trouble,
You need to send ya son here on the double, On my knees I crumble,
over the words I stumble, please God I see the tunnel,