when I pray to god
on my way to god
and I say to god
I don’t know
I don’t know if god hears
I don’t know if god’s
when I pray to god
I don’t know
now when the hate unfolds
when the bombs eplode
when the bullets blow holes
I don’t know
I don’t know if god knows
I don’t know where god goes
when the hate unfolds
I don’t know
I’ve searched the ancient books with their layers of secret codes
I’ve squeezed between the nouns and the verbs
I’ve interviewed the masters with braille on their flowing robes
lived high in the mountains with the birds
lived high in the mountains with the birds
and I’m waiting for god’s essence to emerge
and I’m waiting for god’s pressence to emerge
when no one comes around
and your heart goes down
and there are no sounds
I don’t know
I don’t know what god does
I don’t know where god was
when your best friends go down
I don’t know
when you’re born unloved
when you walk unseen
when there is no place
I don’t know
I don’t know if god tries
I don’t know if god cries
when you’re born unloved
I don’t know
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