Wounded Faith

Written 4/10/10

Part 1:

Hidden beneath a mask of pearls and lace.

Bound to the pews since childhood labeled as a disgrace.

To be conformed to a saint that can't achieve sin.

With hope for the God that I don't believe in. 

Part 2:

Underneath the beautiful eyes of his way down deep..

Beats the heart of a wounded soul.

The hurt piercing his little faith as the tears begin to seep.

The pews of a jail, a modern day slave bound to a questionable fate.

A slap in the face as proof that he was never to achieve sin. 

Only to be conformed to a monster consumed in nothing but hate..

And all for the God he never believed in..

Underneath the beautiful eyes of his way down deep..

Beats the heart of a broken soul, now mine to love and to keep.