GOD

I often look up at the sky
And who that smart old guy
Really is and what he wants with me

When i'm down and when i'm grim
I often turn to talk with him
He comforts me and tells me that he loves me

It makes me sad and quite distressed
when that old guy, he does his best
but no-one seems to recognise him

But at the end of everyday
I sit and wonder as i pray
I can imagine living life without him