Letters to God, Part II

All the phones have rung and rung
They’re off the hook, all but one
And all the mail stacked up inside
Up from the floor, a mile high

And like one would, like a child
I am asking
Like I could knock on your door
Will you let me in?

And dear God,
I found out the same things we learn when we die
I found out the truth is its all a big lie
I find that the words are hard to describe
I tell you I’m lost here, awaiting reply

Climbing trees and paper planes
Life as a kid, we’re all the same
Tears of joy, and sullen hearts
Sticks and stones and broken arms

And like one would, like a child
I am asking
Like I could knock on your door
Will you let me in?

And dear God,
I found out the same things we learn when we die
I found out the truth is its all a big lie
I find that the words are hard to describe
I tell you I’m lost here, awaiting reply
I found out what’s wrong, and its not you or I
Or anyone else that you chose to deny
It seems like the madness of choice in the lie
Has made it rnunclear if we run or we hide