
The God I Grew Up With Wasn't The Kind One
I sometimes lose myself in myself Thinking of the past, of pain Coming back to the present, with joy Only to travel to a future, imagined with hope and curiosity The god I grew up with wasn't the kind one I let my thoughts rush through me Because I want it all I want to live every single second I have left If only I could choose the duration of each second The god I grew up with became a ghost No god can be kind And I ever needed any god To find the kindness within ...







