And so the man waited By the door Where the voice was
Why did you not believe in me? Asked the voice, as a formality And the man looked at his own *****, sinful hands
How could I believe? Said the man And the voice looked up from the newspaper
You took Max away You took both of them away And you took me away, Now Would you believe? If I took your son?
But you already did Said he, as a reminder And the angels chuckled in a choir
And now Spoke the man You ask me to believe, when I still cannot see you?
And the voice wanted to show itself But there was no faith There remained only a tired and restless soul That didn’t want answers It never required answers It only wanted Max