I call you in my mind
because I don't have your number.
Need to ask you to help mankind.
Maybe you're in some kind of deep slumber.
Are your peoples cries not enough
to wake you up and see how life has become rough.
I ask you for a cure every night
to turn everything wrong, to right.
I don't ask for much,
I just want my family back.
Everyone together, feeling the family touch
instead of having the war that makes everything black.
I wish mom would stop her hating
My sister would realize her worth
my big sister would stop her waiting
and I wish I'd stop giving tears to the Earth.
So here I am, calling God
I can't find you, isn't that odd?
Said to be everywhere
but now you're nowhere.
I can't see you
I can feel you
I can't hate you
I can love you.
Believing in you can be hard
Trying to keep up my guard.
Thinking one day you'll tap my shoulder
and tell me that the crying is finally over.
Hoping you're everything I believe
and nothing of what people say.
The way they paint you, is really naive
and I really hope there will come a day.
When you'll show yourself
wearing a T-shirt and just being yourself.
Making jokes and marrying a homosexual couple
saying how a party girl can actually be supple.
Not pointing and yelling the world sinful
but just opening your arms and saying "Wonderful!"
So I'm calling you God, to come on down
and spread your crazy love, all around.
