I  can  only  hope

That  everything  you  tell  me  is  righteous

Because  I  cannot  see  it  all.

I  can  only  inherit  it  for  my  own  safety.

With  no  revelation  of  what  this  all  means

I’ll  keep  believing  there  is  something

And  only  hope  that  I  am  living  life

with  a  meaning.

But  who  are  you?  Who  are  you,  god?

Who  are  youWhat  am  I  looking  for?

Am  I  afraid  to  search  so  I

can  keep  my  image  clean?

Or  should  I  cross  this  line,

because  I  feel  so  alone?

I’m  only  feeling  alone.

Am  I  the  only  one

who  feels  like

I’m  living  a  perceived  lie?

I’m  living  a  perceived  lie?

With  no  revelation  of  what  this  all  means

I’ll  keep  believing  there  is  something

And  I  can  hope

I’m  living  life  with  a  meaning

nothing?

Or  am  I  living  life  for  nothing?

for  nothing?

nothing?