Confessional

Searching for God in a bowl of water,

no one seems to know my name.

Just like his little lambs flock to the slaughter,

my heart longs to be saved and slain.

 

The sky is dark, the moon is high;

stars are far beyond the sky.

People ask me why, oh why?

Can I, can't I?

Father my brother, father my sister,

father my father; please mister.