What’s It To Me?
So enough already, I don’t want to hear. They say you’ve got answers, well, I just don’t care.
You talk about love, forgiveness and faith but what have you done to stop all the hate?
What of the sorrow, the pain all around? What have you done to make laughter sound?
What about fighting and wars in your name? Is this what you brought, is this why you came?
You haven’t caused change, so why should I pray? You’re not for me, I’ll go my own way.
I’ll find my own answers to suffering and strife, The meaning of death, the value of life.
The rabbis reject you, so why shouldn’t I? What’s it to me if you lived or died?
They will look on me, the one they have pierced, and mourn for him as one mourns for an only child, and grieve bitterly for him as one grieves for a firstborn son.” (Zechariah 12:10.)