Correction Lyrics Oh Why by Charlie Chaplin

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I need a God to feed my soul from this famine
I do believe, but I don’t understand it
I lost my mind on the road to this freedom
'Cause my abyss is a life without reason

Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh
Why do I put my self through this
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh
Why do I put my self through this
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh
I hope the sufferings worth it
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh
And we suffer for a purpose

Money talks but prevents us to speak truth
(Greed has poisoned men's souls)
Paper chase cut down trees that we breathe through
(They have lost their way)
Go to war for a greedy mans proﬁt
(Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you)
Lose a son as he clips and then he shoots
An eclipse when he leaves you

Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh
Why do we put ourselves through this
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh
Why do we put ourselves through this
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh
I hope the sufferings worth it
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh
And we suffer for a purpose

I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor
That's not my business
I don't want to rule or conquer anyone
I should like to help everyone if possible
Jew, Gentile, Black Man, White
We all want to help one another, human beings are like that
We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery
We don't want to hate and despise one another
And this world has room for everyone
This is my soul to yours
Sparking thoughts and moments in lifes eternal ﬂame
I went to hell and back and externalized my internal pain
Burnt by ego and what my life should be with no purpose gained
I realized if I die this sphere will still spin
The sun will still come up and you can still hear this song
Which helped me clear some fear from within
I realised how little I matter in
Existence and matter so stopped looking at myself
And for the ﬁrst time I really looked at the world
This unusual beautiful world
This world which could be heaven but
Is more of a working poorly purgatory
Where children die for a war that started decades before their
First breath
Yet they burn for someone else’s undeserving glory
A world where fear feels mandatory and is forced down our throats by endless seeds of media lies
Which blossom in peoples minds and distract the ma**es from peace as if universal love and freedom is a secret I
Read an old Suﬁ story which touched me on a visceral level
A man who in a rage in a mess
Haunted by the world and the pain and distress broke down
He allowed the suffering in this world
To internalize into his own soul and mind
And in a blinded crying rage
He stepped out the street
Looked up to the sky and raised
His voice to the top of his lungs and screamed
“Why God
Oh why is there so much suffering in this life God?”
He took to the ﬂoor began hitting the earth till his
Knuckles bled Screaming with every troubled breath
“Why don't you do something? Your meant to respresent loving and breathe
Not hunger and death, why don't you do something?’
And after hours of transitioning the worlds ﬂaws in
This critical phase Into his own literal physical pain
He exhausted asked silently once more
“Why don’t you do something?
There’s so much pain and lies in
This world why don’t you send truth?”
And in a peaceful fleeting moment
Which felt eternal God replied to him
“I have done something I sent you”
See the powers in your hands The powers in my hands
No amount of guns or greed
Or lies or money can steal the eternal truth of universal love
Which is at the core of all of our existence
Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people
To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair
The misery that is now upon us is but the pa**ing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress
The hate of men will pa**, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people

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