There was a time with folded hands I bowed my head and prayed,
A Godly girl with innocence who read her scriptures daily
Life’s trials and tribulations resulting in a faith that’s since decayed
no meaning left in the hymns I used to sing so gaily
Some say I’ll be sorry for this religion I’ve betrayed
for doubting the existence of an almighty God
What fuels your faith, tell me, is it you’re afraid?
of the nothingness and blackness six feet below the sod
Though I no longer live my life by a Divine Command,
and no longer am I convinced by the church’s guile
To those God-fearing I can understand,
perhaps the comfort it offers in our goodbye that’s final