Over the years my faith has faltered,
until it nearly fell.
I never really could understand why,
good people went through hell.

Or how a God so "merciful" and "just,"
could create a world as ours.
One filled with pain,
and people,
who do nothing but tear us down.

Life only made harder by people we hold dear,
when there not around.

I never really could understand why,
God would let my Mother cry.
When babys born are soon babys buried,
and parents left behind.

Where souls are lost and misguided,
and though you reach out still,
a hand is never returned,
and this,
this brakes your will.

I never really could understand how,
God could really exist.

No matter where,
I could not find an answer,
so let me tell you this.

I see God in the faces of friends,
the ones that help me though,
for if God really does exist,
he must exist in you.