This world has shown me its darkness
And I no longer question there is evil done
Yet I question every vision of the one
The devils face so clearly etched in nightly news
And every holy book sketches a new face for our hope
I used to be so sure as I sat in the old pews
This bearded white man meant to be my hand to cope
Why is the one meant to be the light so clouded in interpretation
When the devil smiles so clearly
I am a poet who loves the idea of free expression
But I no longer want to guess which God will heal humanity
And maybe these stories of a better earth are all myths meant to give us control
But as I look at mother earth, I believe there must be balance