17 years all I’d ever known
She went away and left us all alone
Fell off track and spiraled out of control
Always wanting to find something to hold
What is God really?
I know mine, she made me
Who is yours? I know mine.
Do you really love what you have never seen?
Mine isn't gone, she still influences me.
Offering me guidance through every day
Never once having to bow and pray.
Who is God really?
I know they created me.
Who is yours? I know mine (is dead)
By the time I finally found the right words to say
I said nothing because words get in the way
...but not gone.
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