I hope there’s something to believe in

I’ve blindly groped for rhyme or reason

For something to give all this some meaning

A god, or gods, some high being

I spent my youth in schools of learning

I learned my own eternal yearning

Twisted, shaking, my heart was burning

My faith, like tides, was always turning

I wanted proof that could not be shaken

I wanted facts I could place my faith in

Always asking, my doubt awakened

Are you there God or are the faithful mistaken?

My flames of doubt were fanned by war

By hate, by rape, by lies and more

By the ones I met who kept a score

Where are you God to stop them all?

My faith is only reassured

Reconfirmed, readorned

When some good receives some reward

I hope and pray it is the Lord

But rarely have I seen this unfold

Witnessed kindness come take hold

And I fear sadly as I get old

Love may become as rare as gold

Are you there God? It’s me, the weak

I’m crushed and cold, my future’s bleak

The evil, bless them, have bared their teeth

They’re stealing the inheritance of the meek

I pray to you, look what you’ve missed

I pray that you will raise your fist

If I was you, well I’d be pissed

I pray that you God do exist