Did you ever stand alone With a Bible in your hand? Though you try, you can't understand. So you cry, if there's a God, You've got to see him now. But you get no reply To the plea you made. You never get an answer to the prayers you prayed. And you don't know if you really believe Or you're just afraid. And every shot that we fire, Though a distant sound, Seems to echo in the streets of our own home town. And suddenly we find ourselves On a strange, new battleground. And all the words that we've written And the songs we sang About lovin' one another won't mean a damn If we don't bury our pride Before we bury our fellow man. Did you ever stop and think What is love? Where is Jesus? Why are we dyin'? Doesn't anyone care? Oh, Lord, where's it gonna end?