Medea
Written sometime around Oct 1st, 1995 by Justin Brock. Category: SongsI hear a shriek that is laden with sorrow
The cry of a child in the night
Grief with no hope for tomorrow
Theft of the morning light
Why, why Medea?
Why, why Medea?
My eyes have been denied the right to see
Smothered by my mother’s trembling hand
A broken heart has taken mine from me
Robbed of a life that just began
Why, why Medea?
Why, why Medea?
Wandering in the darkness we fall headlong
Stumbling into the traps we have laid
When will we turn our eyes up to heaven
And away from our sin
There stands the one who can free us
But how long will he reach down to men who don’t care why
The rain falls for those who have forgotten how to cry
Eyes dry from hearts no longer broken
A nation and a race and me who’ve turned their backs on you
You who let your tears rain down from heaven
Why, why Medea?
Why, why Medea?