If I was God
I'd change many things
I'd make angels burn in hell
and give the devil wings.
I'd lock up the innocent
and let killers roam free
but during these chaotic times,
where does that leave me?
I'm hardly an angel,
more like a devil in disguise,
I'm not innocent nor a killer,
but I see through mortal eyes.
Each morning when I wake up
and think my first conscious thought
will I see another day?
another meaningless battle fought?
Why continue living in conditions of such hate
when it can all be ended now
or is that tempting fate?
So many questions to answer
so many meaningless years
23 long years of nothing
pain, confusion and tears
You may call it giving up
while I'm simply moving on
searching for that other world...
the world where I belong.
