A new song. Words and Music by Andrew Peterson A White Man's Lament for the Death of God's Beloved I was walking down on Broadway In a multitude of marchers on parade There was anger, there was passion, There was mercy, there was peace yet to be made And the masks that we were wearing Kept the virus in control, or so they say And there was sickness in the air, and to be fair, It was the grief and all the grievances that plague The many years, and cause the tears on every face There are things I'