Russell G. Robison

TOO MUCH SIGHT

Too much sorrow
Too much pain
Down through time
This we sustain

Help the poor
Now this we should
Fix the problem
Yes we could

Change this world
That walks so wrong
Help this world
To sing its song

Not a chance
We aren’t that tough
And in truth
I’ve had enough

So I’m passing
Just as well
This could be heaven
But it’s hell