God’s Correspondence With A Child

and as it was in the beginning it is now
the silence lives upon the hearts
as the fears control their minds
so not for devotion, not for the faith
they pray, they pray all night long
praying for something they don't have
they pray for their own lives
but they, all in prayers, still don't believe
because it is since the beginning
as it will be forever on and on and on.....

and their eyes are too blind to see me as truly I am
their souls are too worn and wretched to believe
their hearts had never loved me as I love them
theirs is a world where I don't belong

and I know, I know all
but sometimes I don't even know anything

dust among this shriveled skin of mine
as the night has invaded the blue skies
with darkness to spy on our poor little children
with sin to tempt the innocents at their weakness
but still they fall like leaves from a dead old oak tree
drift on the wind, on the fickleness of time
and enchanted with the power of evil
they cast their souls in the flames of pain
so consumed by their restless thoughts of desire
the world dives into the shadows in their minds
to hear the voice of the inevitable armageddon

and their eyes are too blind to see heaven above
their souls are full of hurt and angry enough
to never and ever try to believe in something
their hearts had negated the brilliance of a pure love
theirs is a world where life is made of pain and fears
theirs is a world where evil strangles their souls
theirs is a world where I�'m still cursed

and I've done all I could to rescue them
I've done all to hold them here with me
to guide their hearts into mine
to show them the way to their lives
I've done all I could
but still they'd fell away from my heart

and I know, I know all that I could know
I know myself and I know my reflection
a disconnected and disenchanted reflection
its voice speaks in rhyme and in riddle
preaching the end of times and the end of me
conceiving evil in the minds, hate in the hearts
its voice conceives a beast inside their minds
the beast they fear, the beast that doesn't exist
its voice speaks about everything else
instead of speaking in my name and of me
and I know it, I know all
but sometimes I don't even know anything

time moves across me and thru these fingers
taking away the laugh and the youth I had once
leaving only the sad faces in despair and in pain
and the glass is there, covering the whole floor
unreal as a dream of hell, uncertain as life is
but they are wandering alone among this world
wandering and wondering about faith and time
as the clouds roll by in the blue skies of my tears
the echo of the words rings forever on
inside the shell of the weak
inside every little feeling they think they possess
inside of them as inside of me too
it rings forever on as it aches all over this body

and their eyes are too tired to search for the light
their souls are damned, doomed and almost dead
to ask for and need the salvation of the heavens
their hearts had already buried me alive long ago
theirs is a world of believers of none
theirs is a world drown in the blankness of life
theirs is a world as no other that I had seen

and I know, I know all cause I know me
I know my hands had held the rain for them
my hands had clean the tears upon their faces
they had warmed their hearts in the cold winters
and my legs are too tired to continue walking
tired of holding on this old and heavy body
as my feet don't move, they won't walk anymore
so I fall once again, tired of everything
tired of all of them who had renegade me
them who had renegade me for desire and power
so don't deny it to me, I know it, I know all
but sometimes seems that I don't know anything

and these lights descend from heaven to earth
to heal the wounds on their souls
to hold their beauty and their innocence
as oceans turn into tears as life turns into sand
the thoughts reborn once again inside
contemplating the peace of their existence
and the mirror reflects the truth of our own
and love reveals the strength behind the creation
the creation of everything, the creation of everyone
and backwards on time and forwards with hope
they will still be far away from me

and their eyes, full of pride, refuse to see the truth
their souls rotten to the core don't want to carry on
their hearts had never been loyal to me or to my love
theirs is a world of such perfection
and of such disgrace and sadness
theirs is a world, a world away from me

and I know, I know all
but sometimes I don't even know anything
because everything is changing