I stare all around me, looking for answer

But everywhere I look I see confusion

A kind of sickness like a cancer

That molds the world into corruption

The only time when I seem to find an answer

is in the solace of my home bowing down on my knees

Praying to God to please be my savior

What he promised; the soul he frees

Yet I feel empty sometime, lonely and misunderstood

Alone in a world of people, alone with him by my side

I still can't see where Good stood

Across the room, but he's still my ride or die

Because there were times of my life

Where there was no one, but I still got through it

Because someone put an end to my strife

So he had to be there in that painful hit

He had to be there in the illumination

The reminiscent part that comes after

All the pain and all the illusion

He has to come after again