Why it isn't me?

Drooped heads, lifeless sitting on the church pews
Tangled hair, carrying all their life's possessions in trash bags
Heavy cigarette smoked breath mixed in with alcohol
These are people, human beings like you and me

What happened along the way?
What hurts so deep that drives them to their current state?
Why is it that I'm the lucky one standing on the other side of the table?
Why it isn't me?

Upbeat songs, talking about Jesus's salvation
guitars, keyboard, microphone, not once looked into the others' eyes
Hopeful message in songs, yet i felt no hope in merely following
These are people, human beings like you and me

What happened along the way?
What insecurities or fears taught in our youths preventing us to feel?
Why is it that we've not often felt the pain and frustration of those on the other side of life?
Why it isn't me?

God, You see all and know all
people poor and rich, young and old, black and white and yellow
Aren't You heart broken by all of us the same?
Sinners unable to save ourselves from our own conditions
God, don't You know how
how this all will play out? one day in paradise with You? or eternity in hell
Why it is me? or Why it isn't me?