I'm blind sighted
with troubles all around...
The Lighthouse of Past and Present
You can see the beautiful, warm days...
Sometimes I wonder
How God really feels...
Far from prosaic
life is mosaic...
God has always been my hope
and He was always there to help...
What's hope made of
It seem it's made of air...
Shaded with a sinful hue
Religion haunts the shadows...
You caught me when I was just a child.
You knew that I was slow and so wild...
Amen I must say for
the lord has came...
Slowly in the shadows, a foreign feeling crept
Leaving haunting memories, with nights left...
Every breath brings
A being closer to His death...
If you exist god, then forgive me
Logic is my teacher, and it says that you can't be...