Ordinary Poem by The Lastdon

Is there any good left in the world.

I know I don't want to say,

is there any remorse for the spirits left broken,

and bodies were left to lay,

is there any forgiving for the sins we commit,

or is it a roll in the hay,

is there any light left in this world,

or is it my place to say,

I hope you are ready for the judge when he comes, believe this if you may.

I feel it is time to close my hands and kneel to my father and pray.