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Aging pastor, stationed before the throng,
chanting a creed as the crowd drones along;
portraying a bliss he can't quite believe,
sensing within that the mass is naïve.

Lonely criminal in a prison cell,
praying to Christ as he's wandering hell;
searching for meaning in this dismal place,
hoping the Bible is his saving grace.

Young mother of two, dying of cancer,
telling her children God has an answer;
"We'll be together in heaven again,
just hold Mommy's hand and whisper Amen."

Grieving teenager, whose friend passed away,
cursing the god who created this day;
begging for truth in a world full of lies,
needing an answer, yet there's no reply.

Wise, content man, lying on his death bed,
smiling upon the life he has led;
asking no queries, for he need not know -
drawing his last breath, he lets it out slow.



An aging pastor, directing the throng,
recites a creed as the crowd drones along.
He portrays a bliss he wants to believe
but senses within the mass is naive.

A lonely convict in a prison cell
prays to Christ as he's wandering through hell;
searching for meaning in this dismal place,
he hopes that the Bible is his saving grace.

A mother of two, dying of cancer,
tells her young children God has an answer.
"We'll be together in heaven again,
just hold Mommy's hand and whisper Amen."

A grieving teenager's friend passed away;
he curses the god who brought on this day.
He begs for truth in a world full of lies;
needing an answer, he hears no reply.