Judgment Day-Over and Over
What if you were sentenced to judgment day over and over again?
You repeatedly stood trial defending all of your sin.
You were talked down to like a mere peasant,
Continually judged for the past, not the present.
Every mistake you had ever made brought to light...
The same mistakes that keep you awake at night.
What if you stood before a Judge-always for the same reason-?
What if you were sent to prison...?
For a crime you didn't do...
What if the whole world continued to judge you?
What if your attacker never stood trial?
But you were continually judged and ridiculed-more judgments filed.
What if you were judged for something that you had already changed-?
What if the sentence was already in place and you were hanged,
For a crime that you didn't do,
And others were never brought before the judge-that had did much worse than you
What if it wasn't just a judge in a courtroom full of eyes?
What if your so called family sentenced you to die-
Alone, sad and unloved-
Turning their backs when times are tough.
Telling people that they didn't have a sister-not another,
The famous words of a brother.
Words I'll never forget,
Words that beat me down with one fierce hit.
So as I once again prepare for court for something I didn't do-
I start to hyperventilate over the hell that I am about to go through.
And I stand before that judge yet again-
I think about the injustice around every bend...
In the road we call life-
A road that for me is paved with pain and strife.
I think of the others that never stood trial for their crimes,
And how they have continued to get by so many times.
I try to hold onto my faith to get me through-
But sometimes I wonder how harshly will I be judged by you-
Will I be judged for things I didn't do, things beyond my control-
The same things society and my family hate me for-things they know...
Nothing about because they didn't care enough to ask what was wrong-
A straight A student, then straight F's-a fragile child crying out all along.
But nobody heard her cries-
And nobody hears them now while she simply tries...
To be the best mother, friend, person she can possibly be...
Nobody hears-they just judge me-
If this is a sample here on earth-
Constantly judged for my self-worth-
I think I should just skip judgment day-
If this is any kind of sample-I'm going to be condemned to hell anyway...
And he will walk through the pearly gates of heaven-smiling, laughing back at me-
As I continue to fall to my burning destiny.
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