You never answered any of my questions,
left me cast down and astray.
Taunting me with Your churches;
Preying on me with "just pray."
One simple thing
is all i've ever asked.
To fix my broken mother,
is it such a hard task?
I don't think so.
Years and years of strife,
on both her behalf and mine.
Contemplating what she might do next
to try and end her life.
Well pray and pray I did,
but You never really cared.
Just sat upon Your throne;
laughed and said, "life isn't fair."
You could do something if You wanted.
You could cure her tortured life.
She doesn't deserve any of this;
It's not a fair fight.
To take her monsters away,
is all I really ask.
Replace her demons with angels;
or at least give them nice masks.
But You couldn't do that,
wouldn't give it a second thought.
Laughed at me and asked,
"Why am I the one at fault?"
And maybe You're not the one at fault.
Maybe there is no cure.
But then maybe You're a liar;
Too pathetic to even care.
I used to have hope;
Yea I used to have faith.
But it was misplaced;
the day I realised You are just a predator,
capturing Your prey with the word "pray."