They say you are a good man.
The holy father,
The creator of all.
Of which I am the child.
The healer of all,
Ones fate held in his hand.
They say he loves all,
When I fall, he does not offer his hand.
When I am lost, he does not guide me.
When I am alone and crying, he does not comfort me.
When I look for him, he does not show himself.
When I fall, I pick myself up.
When I am lost, I find my own way.
When I am alone and crying, there is no comfort.
When I look for him, I see lies.
So forgive me,
If I do not praise my father,
When my father has never once met me.