Skeptical Practitioner

Hello God, I'm talking to You again
Yet I don't know if I believe if you are listenin
I've been on my knees begging for your ear
Asking for a hand, to save my only dear

Yet every time I speak to You it only makes it worse
What sins have I committed to deserve this curse?
The "preachers" tell me it's all part of your plan
So the goal is apparently to make sure I feel damned?

On to new age mysticism and playing with fire
As I try to send my love to you through mind, with dire
I have the rose candles lit and this stone around my neck
Is this thing on?  Can you feel the feelings I project?

As with all my attempts to fix that which is severed at heart
I try and have faith and believe in magic, yet there is no mark
What wouldn't I try to redeem your soul and bring it back home
But there are no ears, listening, it's just me, I'm still alone