I Am Troubled!

i am troubled... lord, i am troubled. i hear the cries of starving children. i feel the bombs, burning up the night. i smell poverty, and i taste injustice. i shudder at prejudice, i write the prayers of the forgotten... and sign their names on unmarked stones. what have i done... lord, what have i done? with this life, this path, this cross. i feel guilty, and i know their suffering. i cant help but wonder, what i could have done to stop the flood. i am troubled... lord, i am troubled. have i been silent for too long. and have my words fallen like ashes, driven by the mongrel wind. i am troubled... lord, i am troubled!