Lord, my heart is heavy. I am a prisoner in my home.
For when I go into the world, all I see is sin.
If people are not lying, stealing, or killing,
they're Breaking all of Your commandments.
They are lusting after money, cars, or each other.
The only times I go outside are with my girl,
or if I have to. You see I am a weak man,
easily caught up in it. No oneís friendly anymore.
All I see is people out to get anything they can.
It makes me sad.
Everyone is in competition, to be better than the others.
Very few stop to help their fellow man.
But, I look for You in all this turmoil.
And I cry because I cannot find You.
Iíve look in the streets, in the houses, and in the churches.
There are some, like me, that cry out to You.
But, You cannot hear us. Have you turned Your back?
I think You are ashamed of Your creation.
And Iím afraid. I think You might destroy it
And I failed to be a righteous man.