The pain is knocking on my door

 Vers:
 Lots of pain lots of sorrow
 Now today and surely tomorrow
 Everyday television shows
 That every hour the number grows
 From struggle to wars hunger to hate
 The bible tells us it?s very late
 In ireland, africa, bosnia and spain
 All over the world it stays the same
 The time runs out it?s not too late
 To change your way and start to pray
 And open your eyes and take a step
 Finish this lap