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"God is alive,
God cares,
God is sooo great."
Are words that hurt me
Words that produce pain in me
as I read them.
Yes, He is, but not in my life.
They stab my heart,
it sobbs while I feel so cold
Cuz I stopped believing them.
God is so great, but not in my life.
I don't feel Him that way any longer,
I feel all alone, He's so far from me
I feel like He doesn't give a damn on me
In this cage of loneliness I'm all by myself.
Where are you God?
Are you really there?
Beyond this darkened globe of mine
is there any light?
or you watch me from up there
how I'm struggling
and beating this thick blinding foggy air,
while a laugh of amusement pops up on your face?
P.S. It's so easy to lose faith
than to cling to it,
cuz we were born like this.
Having faith is against our nature,
It's being what we're not.
© Sabina Rosca
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