Some kill in His name,
Some don't believe that He exists,
Some want to give God all the blame,
For the way this world is.
Some hear a voice ,
that they believe is His,
Sometime God must look at the world,
and it's insanity,
While the world curses Him,
with their profanity.
He silently sheds tears,
Sometime whispering to deaf ears,
To those who need Him the most,
are so easily deceived,
It's so complicated,
and yet so simple,
To open the heart,
and find the faith of a mustard seed,
It's all you need
to believe.
There he is the grim reaper,
waiting in the shadows,
of deceit,
Watching the losers,
and the weepers,
fighting their battles,
with tears in the cheek,
He stands in the shadows waiting,
He watches the battles,
to see who he is taking,
He smiles as a another heart starts breaking,
His kiss is the kiss of death,
For those who believe there is nothing left,
Some have closed their eyes to sleep,
Did they live,
Did they exist,
It depends on
what you believe life is,
Lady luck seems to cheat,
Sometime a heart feels defeat,
If only they had faith to believe,
In things the eyes can't see,
From the moment of Adam and Eve,
All the heart needed
was to believe.