The weed in the Garden

There are two way my mom would say.                                                                                              Choose the right path so we wouldnt face the wrath.                                                                                I can't stand the confusion I don't understand the religion.                                                                       Do this go here,do that go there.                                                                                                           She would tell me not to follow the world so I can rise with Him                                                                When she's just like the rest of them.                                                                                               Maybe it's because I was forced to go that i began to ignore my faith.                                                                  Maybe someday the faith will return and it'll hit me like bam I understand why my mom had that demand to reach the holy land.

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