Is God one or is he three?
Is he in you or in me?
These are questions leveled at me.
What I believe might not be what you believe,
but I believe I love you and that's the most important thing to believe.
You give me books and funny looks and I read.
Maybe that push is what I need?
I should run my fingers on each little bead...
However no one can force a change
It's up to me to rearrange
Love is love
No matter who is in charge of above.
The change is growing inside of me
A change will come so slowly
The thirst for knowledge greatly yearned
Will hold well with what I've learned.
The house is larger than you thought
Maybe there's more than one way to be taught
What's good for me is strange to you
And that used to leave me at odds what to do
Having a read I saw the art
Looking into my own heart
Does the world belong to C or K?
Who among us can actually say?
I adore you and am growing to like your father
Mine are simply growing farther
What I learned has bought me joy
I wait to see what happens to this boy.
