Born-Again Atheist

Our backs were bent ‘til we were walking on the knuckles of our souls The trees were drinking angels’ tears in the deserts where they grow And the only time my heart was shaken was when I threw it to the wind I found the things the world has disproven were the only ones worth believing in. So the cynic learned to trust, The atheist’s divine doubts were slain The shackles of distrust forever left in the dust And I was born again.