What if my connection with God
Is nothing but just a facade?
Do I forget my prayers for help
Or do I learn to find answers myself?
I've made many different mistakes
And I hold myself for the blame.

God; maybe I can't be helped
But let's hide it between books
Volumes of volumes on a shelf
Just so I don't have to remember.

I let the greatest things go
Trying to chase the wrong things
I wonder if I can learn to forgive myself
When the inevitable bell rings.