[ Featuring The Frequencies ]
Sitting here all alone,
In the silence of the night
A million stars up above
But none of them feel right.
I've got a heart full of questions
A mind that's torn
Between the good that I've seen
And the evil that's been born.
They say there's a reason
For every tear we've cried
But I can't help but wonder
If there's something they've denied.
Oh, where is the meaning
In this world so wide?
Where is the justice
When the innocent have died?
I want to believe,
But my faith is running thin
When I see the darkness
That the world is drowning in.
I've seen the beauty
Of a newborn's first breath,
The love in the eyes
Of a friend 'til their death.
But I've also seen hatred,
Ive seen things running thin
When I see the darkness
That the world is drowning in.
I've seen the beauty
Of a newborn's first breath
The love in the eyes
Of a friend 'til their death.
But I've also seen hatred
I've seen senseless pain
It's hard to reconcile
It's hard to explain.
They tell me to have faith
To trust in the divine
But how can I be certain
When the lines are not so defined
Oh, where is the meaning
In this world so wide?
Where is the justice
When the innocent have died?
I want to believe
But my faith is running thin
When I see the darkness
That the world is drowning in.
I cry out to the heavens, but the silence is so loud
I search for the answers hidden in the crowd
Is there a purpose? Is there a plan?
Or are we all, just wandering in the land?
Oh, where is the meaning
In this world so wide?
Where is the justice
When the innocent have died?
I want to believe
But my faith is running thin
When I see the darkness
That the world is drowning in.
Yet still, there's a whisper
In the depths of my soul
A flicker of hope
That maybe there's a goal
For every act of kindness
For every loving embrace
I hold onto the belief.
Oh, where is the meaning
In this world so wide?
Where is the justice
When the innocent have died?
I want to believe
But my faith is running thin
When I see the darkness
That the world is drowning in.
Yet still, there's a whisper
In the depths of my soul
A flicker of hope
That maybe there's a goal.
For every act of kindness
For every loving embrace
I hold onto the belief
That there's a saving grace
But until that day comes
When all is revealed
I'll keep questioning the wounds
That have never been healed
That have never been healed.
