It's cold on the front porch but I don't want to leave
So I spill more in poetry than I should spill in leaves
My whole life I have to choose to actively believe
And here I am trying, reaching to percieve
A God I can't fathom, a page I can't read
It's a story, a sick tragedy, part of me thinks
How dare I think that my God is one strictly of comedy
But they talk about miracles that I'll crush with my teeth
My God is of love, my sin wants to compete
I'm singing thosewords, not sure what they mean
They're handing me confidence knitted with string
I asked for a stone and they gave me a screen
You can't rely on a world so desperately mean
I'm reaching, God, I'm reaching
Just like a tree
I can't quite understand, looks like you'll have to meet me
It's cold and it's dark, cancer stands unforgiving
Here's to fighting without cause, here's to running and tripping
I won't beg for a miracle, but since you're there, please
Give me something to lean on, I'm screaming for peace
I love you so so so so so freaking much
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