[-A boy has been raised to believe in God. Never has he fully understood why he believes. Though he cannot question for fear of frightening peers, he still searches for answers.] I can only hope That everything you tell me is righteous Because I cannot see it all I can only inherit it for my own safety With no revelation of what this all means I'll keep believing there is something And only hope that I am living life with a meaning
But who are you? Who are you, god? What am I looking for? Am I afraid to search so I can keep my image clean? Or should I cross this line, because I feel so alone? I'm only feeling alone Am I the only one who feels like I'm living a perceived lie? With no revelation of what this all means I'll keep believing there is something And I can hope I'm living life with a meaning Or am I living life for nothing?