Dear God

Hey, God. I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude

I just feel we haven't had a talk that's honest and true

I was just wondering, given these past couple days

No, my faith ain't wavering, I just got something to say

I don't question your creation, you did everything your way

There's a purpose to how all of these colours and sounds play

But then I just start pondering on the people like myself

Hey, God... Did you really need to give us a personal hell?

Waking up feeling haunted by "Did I do this right?"

Feeling down but denying our own right to cry?