I don't know the real reason for Catholicism,
I don't know the true ways of the Christianity world,
I'm unsure why I exist, why I'm here on Earth,
But I'm making the best of this withering strife,
And I absorb the freedoms of my dear life, yeah I live on with a smirk..
I reach for the stars at night, wondering how and why,
From why we dwell on this specific place, to why such a specific face,
And often I sit and wonder how I ever might live in grace.
But of all these accusations, and thoughts and dreams and feelings,
I doubt, in this life that I'll ever witness true healing.
As if I care though, like it would matter,
I'm fine without all that, I don't need my soul to shatter.
My life is honest and true, I'm a good person inside.
I ask the Holy Spirit to be my guide,
I'm happy now so here's the end of a spec in my lifetime.