What do I believe in?
Every sunday, as a little Jay
I'd go to church to sing and pray
In the back of sunday service I'd stay and play
But as years came I began to sway
No longer did I feel blessed
I went to church less and less
My ideas of religion as a paragon began to go away,
Why did God put my father in a grave?
Why does God let thousands die a day?
Why does God dislike the gays?
No longer do I believe
No longer am I a mustard seed, feeding off of everything I hear from my Priest
Irony to see him leave for touching kiddies
I may no longer believe what I read in the book
And they can call me schnook,
I may question a higher power
And dissociate myself as a follower,
But I am still human and I'm still a good person,
I dont need religion
To live life blissfully as I first envisioned
Living life- my way
Is what I believe in to this day