When I was little I thought that
rain came when someone did something wrong
So God would weep
Until it rained on my great uncles funaral
Then I thought it was God weeping because one of his children were home.
when I was little I was afraid of the dark
until the stars lit my way and God became a friend who held me in the dark.
When I was little I thought the wind was caused by an angel cleaning their wings
Until I realized it was Gods breath
When I was little I thought the voices inside my head were God
Until one took me to a Dark place
Now I dont know what I think or believe anymore
But thats okay because one day I will
I might have some growing pains
but thats okay because without them I wouldn't grow
And maybe sometimes its worth the pain.
