See the thing about God is...
You, me, he, she, I, they, we...
love to forget their own purpose.
Love to live in the bliss or ignorance,
and cry "Woe is me" at the sight of troubled water.
See the thing
about God is...
He's loudly silent, and easy to blame.
He's peacefully quiet, and fades away.
He's that easy to forget, he merely fades away
until unsatisfaction arises in life,
and that is when we pray.
Dear, God, do we pray.
We cast wishes upon a star, and demand our genie to obey.
He's loudly silent, peacefully quiet, and easy to blame
for all the bad we freely and willing embrace.
We fame, and then fume, and with casted fists cry, "Oh, Lord, why?!"
And He looks down at us, and asks the same thing.
See that's the thing about God,
He let's us do our own thing.