
Blood on my hands, bright red and warm
Where is it from , sticky thick . Have I caused harm?
It runs slowly down my fingers then drips on to the sand.
Where am I , alone here with blood on my hand.
You are guilty it is your fault all your doing
The machine of war keeps turning all hell ensuing
You can carry all the blame, look at this world you have built
Never mind the blood on your hands there are gallons more you’ve spilt.
Who are you to blame me,
Show yourself , reveal your face let me see.
Why me, what have I done to have blood on my hands.
I have done nothing , I do not wage war I don’t make stands.
You are guilty it is your fault all your doing
The machine of war keeps turning all hell ensuing
You can carry all the blame, look at this world you have built
Never mind the blood on your hands there are gallons more you’ve spilt.

I am no one just an ordinary woman, I have never hurt anyone
I have never have I killed so why is there blood on my hands
Why am I here, this empty place, dirty under this sun
I need to wash this blood from my hands.
You are guilty it is your fault all your doing
The machine of war keeps turning all hell ensuing
You can carry all the blame, look at this world you have built
Never mind the blood on your hands there are gallons more you’ve spilt.
I am your conscience, your last chance
Take off your blindfolds and stop the devils dance
Love each other, share what you have for a change
Before it is too late , have compassion. That is not so strange.
