LETTERS TO GOD, PART II

All the phones have rung and rung

They’re off the hook, all but one

And all the mail stacked up inside

Up from the floor, a mile high

And like one would, like a child

I am asking

Like I could knock on your door

Will you let me in?

And dear God,

I found out the same things we learn when we die

I found out the truth is its all a big lie

I find that the words are hard to describe

I tell you I’m lost here, awaiting reply

Climbing trees and paper planes

Life as a kid, we’re all the same

Tears of joy, and sullen hearts

Sticks and stones and broken arms

And like one would, like a child

I am asking

Like I could knock on your door

Will you let me in?

And dear God,

I found out the same things we learn when we die

I found out the truth is its all a big lie

I find that the words are hard to describe

I tell you I’m lost here, awaiting reply

I found out what’s wrong, and its not you or I

Or anyone else that you chose to deny

It seems like the madness of choice in the lie

Has made it rnunclear if we run or we hide