This world can look like an evil place; Where a man is judged by money, colour or race. When a child is broken by a ‘human being’ Yet the judge decides the evidence ‘not worth seeing’ This world can sound like we’re knocking on hell’s gate Innocence like venison, on the guilty man’s plate This world can feel like a kind of hell All who hurt have a story to tell But this world is still a beautiful place, To those who have nothing - yet still say grace