A boy has been raised to believe in god. Never has he fully understood why he believes. Though he cannot question for fear of frightening peers, he still searches for answers.
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? What 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? 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 Or am i living life for nothing?
