Another child is born into this pain,   And the unfortunate die slow  Who do we blame?   Give our fingers a place to go  Give us a name so that you know,   They know and we all know  A God we can't see is barking orders  A thought and a dream is more as it seems  As children play in the street,   Children are also crying  As they choose what to ear  Children are also dying  One question started off, and now these is more  Are answers found in hats of thorns?   What is the point?   He's given us all a choice  We'll flip and coin, and rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!   The drowning are asking  "Who'll stop the rain?   Have the angels all gone away?   The suffering is not passing  "Who will stop the pain?"