The Promises You Made

I always wanted to have faith in you

But I never believed in God.

My father didn’t create me to die for anyone’s sins.

In fact he created me, and hoped I’d go away,

Just so he could forget his sins.

And I’m not dying inside

I’m just coming to terms with what

The gift of life really is.

Trying to find new horizons,

Just to see that the ocean…

Its not the edge of the earth;

It’s the earth drowning.

Its not that I have faith in you anymore

Its that I can still hear the promises you made.

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