Back to basics, the heart and mind;
Who the sinner, who the fake.
White laces with hands set to pray-
A young lady's mind goes completely blank,
She hums the tunes of Holy God,
She sits there nodding inside a church,
With a bible in hand and cross on her neck,
Slips through the doors and back to black and white.
Another girl with dew lining her dress,
Closes her eyes with silent hopes and dreams.
Peering to the sky, she wonders why,
Why the hypocrites go for nothing...
but appearence,
Why the hypocrites sit there and sing songs,
When no words break their hearts,
And no virtues stud their impure minds
They shun her for Sunday is a day of God,
Where you bow your heads and act all good,
No, Sunday is evil when "Godly" people lie,
Lie about their sins, lie about their love,
Asking for forgiveness, when sins repeat over days,
While I, that girl, peers calmly at the sky,
With a bible in one hand and a Koran in the other;
What matters the book or name in gold
As long as it contains God, Almightly loving God.
I'd rather forsaken those churches of God,
Where people called Christians are so unlike...
Their God.
I'd rather stay on my feet with my mind open wide-
Even if to reach and test the truth of darkness,
A truthseeker I am, nothing more--
Loving God and loving life, religion should not stop,
One from questioning, wandering the lines,
That makes us all a sinner...
