The day I turned four years old
Faith chirped in my ear
I wanted to be a priest.
At age eight I had been enrolled in public school
Faith growled for attention
But kickball needed me more.
The teenage years came about and
Faith hissed as the last flames
Died out.
Sixteen rolls around and
Faith doesn't make a single drip
It's all dried up now.
But maybe later
Faith will come crashing in,
In a new form of sound
But until then
I'm content with the silence.
