If God is the man
that gave me a smile,
and Mary is the moon
that watches over awhile-

then why did the angels
just float past,
wandering away
without a path-

So I pray, and I pray
for a God who will wait-
who will give me the time
for my chance to survive,

or hang on that cross,
and carry each sin-
as if my young heart,
was rotten within.  

I do not need man to tell me the truth
as if it was not man-
who stole my youth.

Leave me with hope.
and the pain of the past-
for I am not yours
to forgive anymore.