Father and God

I always tried to understand,
who has our faith in hand,
made up my mind if god is out there,
now I know - if he is - he doesn't care.

Seeing your body again on this table,
so full with joy and happy you were,
a person which everyone liked and respected,
if god is out there I know - he doesn't care.

Tell me dear god - if you are alive,
why do always the bad survive?
Why people have to starve each day,
don't you hear your children pray?

My daughter was not the only one,
who died out there on the streets at night,
shot by a crazy, insane or fanatic,
I will find him - and then he'll see the light.

Tell me dear god - if you are alive,
why do always the bad survive?
Why people have to starve each day,
don't you hear your children pray?

Life took my wife and my daughter away,
and I see it makes no sense to pray,
my weapon I take - and out I go,
I swear if I find him - he will die slow...