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?

Classic rock, male vocalist