I'm small, I'm useless,
you put these words into my head
and now, I don't know how to get them out.
From the start when I saw your face
I knew that this was going to happen.
"God why did this come over my path,
why did I see this face of utter hate,
O God, the aftermath,
what suffers will you have for my faith."
Again with this rhyme,
it needs to stop.
"God, what happened to me,"
I fall to my knees as I pray to you,
"These are my only words, o God,
hear them, but also help them.
For I am only a young boy,
sent into a world without sympathy.
A world where people die over greed, hate, guilt.
I'm only a small child, a mere boy,
armed with words, armed with knowledge.
God, do you hear me?"