Verse 1
I walk the streets and I fought my beliefs/
Looking for answers to questions that cost me sleep/
I end up trying to pray but it came half hearted/
God I beg your pardon/ but I feel like a target/
cause regardless/ I try to decipher the meaning/
open me up you’d know I require some cleaning/
I’m a open book… that longs to be closed/
Or that glass house surrounded by stone/ bout to be broke/
I was deathly afraid to speak out in crowds/
Till emotion beat out doubt/ and whispers screamed out loud/
I went to a meeting and yes I felt out of place/
There was twelve steps and I was way ahead of the pace/
I want to share my feelings/ and stare at the ceiling/
dealing with the fact my life isn’t always fulfilling/
I take my life story and model it/ to a happy ending/
took emotions swallowed it/ and I kept on pretending/

Verse 2
I’ve had a long night and I’ve had enough cries/
Finding where my love lies/ I watch the sunrise/
And scream at my God while staring at the starlight/
Trying to get my heart right/ through this hard life/
but is faith the art of the foolish?/ did I ignore it/
Or did I fall for it/ I just wanna restore it/
I just want see through the eyes of a child again/
Be innocent while I pretend… I just want to smile again/
But it don’t seem to happen/ with these questions that I‘m trapped in/
They speak in clichés so I’m a keep on asking/
And I can feel them stare at me/ and I can hear the whispers/
They don’t like the challenge as I compare the Scriptures/
if they could only open there eyes they’d see inside
There’s more to life/ then being what everyone expects to find/
But there’s a smile on my face/ its all I can give back/
They look at the packaging to them its all about the gift wrap/

Verse 3
Truth is hard to grasp/ when your hearts collapsed/
Am I such a flawed human being that my scars adapt/?
Am I talking wisdom/ or a walking contradiction/?
I know I talk too much and rarely stop to listen/
So I hold tight to my religion/ and that’s what I’m lost in/
Ideas continue to blossom/ but there stuck in by doctrine/
And we’re all cut from the same cloth/ separated by margins/
Some learn to count the cost/ others excel in the hardships/
and I was told all my life that faith is blindly believing/
But that’s the same excuse every cult has ever tried to feed me/
All I’ve heard is a promise/ and I’ve searched the longest/
But sometimes I have to feel the hole like my name is Thomas/
And if that makes me unclean then so be it/ so be it
And if that makes me unchristian then I don’t need it/
Because God is more to me than the Sunday morning illusion/
He’s More then a ritual people trying not to be human/