Why?

Why can’t you take a look at yourself
Before you try and judge someone else?
Why can’t there be some understanding?
Why can’t there be some sense of hope?
Why can’t I see good will between men?
Why can’t there be some joy in the end?
Why must we live so blinded by faith?
Why must we live isolated in grace?
Why must we keep this intolerant face?
Leaving it all just laid to waste
Why can’t you take a look at yourself
Before you try and judge someone else?
Why must I feel this cold and alone?
Why must I feel this sense of regret?
Rotting away, I dwell in my rage
Why must I know the depth of my hate?
Why can’t you take a look at yourself
Before you try and judge someone else?
Why can’t I see good will between men?
Why can’t there be some joy in the end?
Why can’t you take a look at yourself
Before you try and judge someone else?