Convictions of Youth
I accept Death's finality,
it's been a while since I believed.
I've lost my convictions of youth,
viewing Faith through cynical eyes.
It's been a while since I believed;
my prayers dwindled to a few.
Viewing Faith through cynical eyes;
I foresee what the future holds.
My prayers dwindled to a few;
it's hard to accept, but it's true.
I foresee what the future holds
now that my life's nearing its end.
It's hard to accept, but it's true;
Faith is a transitory state.
Now that my life's nearing its end,
I don't believe there is a God.
Faith is a transitory state,
I've lost my convictions of youth.
I don't believe there is a God,
I accept Death's finality.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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