Good Friday

Prisoners of conscience waste their desperate lonely lives away
Just like Jesus Christ,
They're tortured till their broken hearts' demise
All across the globe, these silent deaths replay Good Friday's tale
Revert I shall be, for all that's past shall pass again today
What better day to pray for justice now than Good Friday?

Jesus lost his life for his love and belief he was god's son
If he came again, what would our stinking CIA say?
How can Sunday save us when so many die this way?
What better day to pray for justice now than Good Friday?

Children carry guns. They shoot to kill in concrete jungle wars
Greedy like their gods and fathers
Who've left nothing more for them
Dying every day until love and compassion reign supreme
What better day to pray for justice now, than, Good Friday?

Turn down the lights, turn down the noise,
Feel the silence of the dead
Turn down the lights, turn down the noise,
Hear the cry of tortured souls



Credits
Writer(s): Diane Patterson
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