The Best of Us All

How hard is it to survive,

when the fight in you has died?

How hard is it to live,

when you have nothing left to give?

How hard is it to think of the best,

when the best is what you're told this is?

when liberty,

is trapping people behind a fence

When freedom,

is building a wall

and rights,

are putting kids behind bars

when a protest,

is seen as a challenge

when a raise is essential,

for your life to be salvaged

when medical bills,

are a luxury

when equality,

is cutting off bits of people

with which you don't agree

and they start selling food for more,

cause they know we can't get it for free

when a rabble roused,

is a rabble killed

when the media's denying

that what we see is real

If this is the best,

I don't want it anymore.

If this is the best,

I'd rather be dead on the floor,

If God is perfect and this is what God gave

then I should be thankful because I am saved

but If God went to die

when the world needed him most,

disappeared for three days

when I had a knife at my throat

If I was the devil

I would've faked his resurrection

Controlled the masses

so I wouldn't need protection

invite the black sheep,

protect them from the heard

don't let them go

cause then they'll get hurt

if I was God,

I wouldn't have said a word

if I was god,

I would have chosen his curse

I would have stopped Peter's sword

and whispered about the fight

I would have told him to love

so he'd be alright

I would have prayed to the angels

to save me somehow

I would have cried

when not a single answer came down

I would've chosen to die

when all that I built

was corrupted and broken

with hate and with filth

God said love your neighbor

and they took it as a threat

If I was God

I would tell you that there is something left.

I would say, "this is the best!"

so you don't slit your throat

But if this is the best,

then what could be worse?

If this is the best,

then I don't want it anymore

If this is the best,

then I give in

because I'd rather die,

then live in this world we're in.

If I was God I would have chosen to die

rather than watch all my people choose to lie

If I was God's child

and he said I had to be killed

that this was the best,

that it would save his world

I would've gone down to earth

I would've chosen to die

because a world someone like that controls

is not a world I want to survive

but there were people there

and they made me love

they weren't all broken

just scared and out of luck

they all had to fight

just to survive

So I told them to love

then I went to hide

The world my Dad made

was not made for men

It was made for him

and his entertainment

He loves you, yes

but only when he's in control

So I choose to die

and I told my people to put down the sword

A new world can be built

without all this horror

A palace belongs to the people

if no one controls the gates

I would've chosen to die

so the people could be saved

free to love

free to choose

free to do as they please

free to fight

free to sing

free to imagine a new world each and everyday

as long as I'm here

they'll think the work is done

as long as I'm here

they won't think they have to run

as long as I'm here

they'll think that this is the best

once I'm gone

they can pick up the ashes

and build the world again

They can build it with love

just as I said

They can stop the oppression

they can raise up their heads

And, Satan, my friend

if you're reading this too

help them along

when it's done

and I'm through

I know you're not a god

but once, you wanted to rule

I trust that you'll forgive them

even though they're cruel

You'll send down a madman

To show them their hate

You'll raise up the walls

so they value the gate

Make them fight you

Just like you did me

I am my Father

and he is me

If I die

that's where he'll be

So I give you my reigns

I give you my crown

I know you're not all powerful

but you'll figure it out

My brother in arms

Satan, my friend

Make them hate you,

make them comrades

by showing them how much worse it can get

Give them the knowledge of evil

so they'll know what is good

Tell them to love each other

just as I would

Then, one day, I can return

when humanity has won

When they don't need us anymore

I'll build a house made of sun

They'll build their own earth

and I'll watch all their fun

I look forward to the time

when they don't have to run

I look forward to when my children

have built their own home

when they don't need an enemy

to teach them what's wrong.

So, satan, my friend

teach them to live well

As I descend

into the fiery pits of hell