God is powerful

I came to write about my sorrows
I came to get it all out
As the thoughts turned to words
None of it seemed to matter
As if I hadn't a problem

When I was a boy
I could tell you my troubles in an effort
To elicit some comfort and love
Looking back they all seem surreal
Looking back I wonder how I could feel

Today is another day unending and rough
I just want to make it through

I was born in sin and godless
Uncultured upbringing
A pitiless person

As I carve away these chips of wood
I begin to see differently
Nefitya, come forth
Come forth and come home