Still Talk To The Sky

I wear the rosary on my neck for protection,
I tattoo religious symbols on my skin hoping for direction.
The world gets smaller as the days get longer,
We get weaker as the pain gets stronger.
The nun told me that the church was no place for a man who did not believe,
She said men who don't believe are wasting the church's time and they should leave.
I told her that God's lack of communication has me not believing,
She replied, you believe enough because your not leaving.
But...you couldn't leave if you tried because you have no where to go,
He is the only one who as not turned into a foe.
Your family begins to breed envy,
Then your best friend becomes your worst enemy.
Who do you look to?
God? But you think… he brought all this pain to you.
Then your question is...love, is it real,
Your not trying to seem offensive just telling him how you feel.
So you listen to your pastor when he says, hit your knees and pray,
And you pray, pray, and pray hoping you could get an answer one day.
Now you seem lost, confused, and somewhat mad,
Why would he do me this bad?
And you know what…although you may never get a reply,
Every night you still hit your knees to talk to the sky.