Trick Questions

In a church, in a house, in a town, in a state We are just visitors no matter how long we stay. And when they start to ask questions, we pull away. We know that they won’t understand us, no matter what they say. Acceptance is preached, then again so is trust. It’s hard to believe that love differs from lust When everything you do will have a cost When hate is human nature and hope is lost. Believe, believe self-righteous preach That everything’s not what it seems. Oh is that true, are you not you? Am I not me? Have desperate ears heard angels sing? Do screams subside to whispering? Is fear key to survival? Did people write the Bible? Parents fight, people die, self-images spoil youth. It gets hard just to try, I gave up once on the truth. They laugh and stare at people who ask questions: Is the sky blue? Of course, but weather changes things up and makes the truth untrue. What’s truly written in stone, except the Ten Commandments? Must all good things go? Does human law command us? Believe, believe self-righteous preach That everything’s not what it seems. Oh is that true, are you not you? Am I not me? Have desperate ears heard angels sing? Do screams subside to whispering? Is fear key to survival? Did people write the Bible? Or was it just their hands, when God’s lips whispered to a man and spoke “I love you” for the first time? This world is oh so full of lies That nothing is true all the time Except one whispered phrase From the lips of he who creates “I love you.”