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My God
I have faith
Where there is none.
I have hope
when all is gone.
I've felt the brisk
winter cold,
I've seen the sun
growing old.
My god made me for something.
I was made for nothing at all.
And the grass is high
where the dandelions do sigh.
I have faith
where the small birds fly.
I have hope,
for I have always tried.
I've seen all,
the abyss in which I do fall.
I've know pain
burning like acid rain.
I have hope,
for the coming days.
I have faith,
for I was made.
My god speaks with the morn
and my heart is always torn.
And the grass grows towards the sky,
where the small birds do fly.
I have faith,
I feel it's so.
I've been betrayed
as the cold wind blows.
I have verse
when I have no tongue.
I've done right,
I have been wrong.
My god is alien,
my god is the earth,
my god is beyond,
my god is the dirt.
He's meek, his hands are golden;
he smiles and his face is old-en.
I've seen what he is holding
and no man may ever taste,
no hope is ever waste,
no dreams forgotten.
