How loving could be so different
you clasp both of your hands every sunday morning,
while i bow and press my temple against the floor everytime the sun moves the shadows from its place, 5 times a day

How loving could be so different
christmas tree are present at the end of the year,
with a bunch of perfectly wrapped gifts around,
while i hold my hunger,temptation, and thirst when the sun scorches the most,
with the limited time to break it only at dawn and night,

How loving could be so different
we can barely see what the differences are
laughing at pointless jokes
words are overflowing
endless bickering at every conversation
unintentional soft slap on shoulders
same footsteps,
and i guess we don't mind at all

How loving could be so different
we both believe
god do exist
he is the all-mighty
he is the most merciful
god is great
god is good

alas,
alas,
god is different for us