Yesterday was so full,
Yet so empty,
Life wasn\'t felt, just seen and heard,
If I could find more than just memories,
Maybe then it wouldn\'t hurt,
Maybe a little feeling,
Maybe a little love,
Maybe a little kindness,
Maybe a devil\'s day is made when you cross the threshold of life and make it through all of time,
Maybe he doesn\'t want us to die,
Maybe he hates the strife,
And he\'s in hell because he knows God put us in this life,
Maybe what we see as evil is beautiful and kind,
Maybe all is well but Yahweh strives to see us pain,
Maybe he doesn\'t want us to live in love and gain,
He\'ll say he loves us like a parent to their child,
He\'ll say what he doesn\'t mean like meaningless lies,
He\'ll say man was doomed to be vicious and wild,
If he says what he means then I don\'t think that he\'s seen love\'s heartbreak,
A Romeo begging for love,
Singing to a heart which to another man a path has been paved,
A mother and a wife of a man once in the army,
Now widow and mourner of a government\'s pawn in the grave,
Maybe God isn\'t omniscient,
Maybe he isn\'t all good, all powerful, or all kind,
Maybe he enjoys seeing us die and lose our minds,
Maybe if he\'s there he\'s a clock maker,
Maybe he\'s not gonna intervene cause he wants to see history unwind,
Maybe we are all out of our minds,
Maybe it\'s that there is no god to find,