Culpable
By CC

Destiny scorns the woman that came here to mourn
Over the downfall of all that was left of "good"
A child that once prayed should've been five on this day
But karma no longer works the way that it should

In cold blood, buried underneath the mud
The little girl that was raped while already dead
She left too soon, four years out of the womb
This is the reward for the faithful lives they led?

Nobody cries like a mother cries
Over war, fate, poverty, death, and sin
Still, her tearful eyes can't say goodbye
Here, in front of the tomb her child's now in

Through others' schemes and passionate dreams
It's hard to face the reality we're in
And admit we know that when vengeace goes
To fight mercy, "good" may not win

Destiny scorns the woman that came here to mourn
Over the murders, the bombs, the floods, the fires
Darling Gracie May should've been five on this day
Lord, give back the one thing she's ever desired