Why Are We Here
I often wondered why I am here
caught in a shadow between darkness and fear.
Living in hope, as life rolls along
left at the wayside, when things went wrong.
My faith is tested everyday
believing our lord will show me the way.
Is there a heaven, is there a hell
maybe there's nothing, just an empty shell.
And yet I still believe in God
maybe I'm a fool.
If there's nothing out there
then what's the point of it all?
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