WHY GOOD PEOPLE SUFFER
I tell you what I want to
never more than what is safe
I show you what I want to
And the rest I hide away
Towards the basest of things
Sometimes I can feel myself leaning
Am I just a liar? or a killer? or a beast?
should I sit in judgement?
do I have to judge me?
(chorus)
I couldn't tell you why good people suffer
I couldn't tell you why the bad ones run free
God showers blessings
On the righteous and the wicked
I only know that that covers me
Do I feel like screaming
when the weak fall to the strong?
would I trade my freedom for a cheap thrill?
right for wrong?
And if I could just rid the world of all the evil within
would that include me?
I guess that would depend
Who am I?
