no magic in the year

this is the year when each week brings more pain

we dread to hear the news since it must shock

there's death instead of healing in the rain

 

we heard your cry and knew it was in vain

no one would come not even to take stock

this is the year when each week brings more pain

 

there is no balance there's no even strain

the boat will sink after it leaves the dock

there's death instead of healing in the rain

 

we see the message and it is quite plain

the fates have gathered and they seem to mock

this is the year when each week brings more pain

 

the victim's due is to be killed again

at a set time as measured by the clock

there's death instead of healing in the rain

 

and never shelter that we could attain

since every hope we have turns out a crock

this is the year when each week brings more pain

there's death instead of healing in the rain