Death's Finality
I accept Death's finality,
it's been a while since I believed.
I've lost the 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 dispute what religions preach.
My prayers dwindled to a few:
it's hard to accept; yet it's true.
I dispute what religions preach,
now that my life's nearing its end.
It's hard to accept, yet it's true:
Faith is a transitory state.
Now that my life's nearing its end;
I no longer believe in God.
Faith is a transitory state;
I've lost the convictions of youth.
I no longer believe in God,
I accept Death's finality.
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