I don't know who God is,
no matter how much I try.
I don't know of heaven or hell,
only earth.
My place is not to judge
a heathen or a believer.
As much as I try to understand what's beyond my reach,
my reach only extends to my fingertips.
Oh, how I'd love to tell you
I know each answer.
I only have opinions on the matter,
many questions of my own.
Some about suffering,
some about emptiness,
many about how to overcome your ailments.
So, I sit and pray for some answers,
but my prayers turn out to be deep sighs for humanity.
So much I can't understand,
I can't find the words to express my gratefulness,
or my hopes for humankind.
I get up off my knees and understand,
everything is out of my control.
I hear everything is in God's hands,
bothersome to believe.
I don't believe God acts this way,
I believe freewill kills His control.
