She holds the cross around her neck fiercely
Faith unwavering, she bows for her Lord and Savior
She follows the rules with determination
Even when the rules are outdated,
Her beliefs evolve
They expand and grow
Just like her, to continue on believing on that someone loves us
She prays every night
To those that hurt her,
Hoping that the demons that taunt them will disperse

He walks through life without a care
No desire to believe
No wish to bow,
He claims his life as his own
His soul his and his alone
No one tells him to be good,
But he helps those that are down anyway
Holds the shattered together with a smile,
A smile that hides the scars within
He doesn't believe there's a deity to save him
He is his own Savior

I however refused both of these roads
I will not bow
I will not roam aimlessly
I've developed my own philosophy
One comprised from darkness
Born from pain
Nurtured through abuse
With razor sharp eyes
I see all
I judge all
And try to help all
Because my philosophy is that to live to the fullest,
You must do what you love
Be with who you love
And be who you truly are

She worships her God
He helps those broken like him
And I try to bring some meaning to our lives
And that is the roots of our lives