I start again with more words of pain

Just like all the nights of my past

When will true happiness come?

Maybe that possibility is worn out

Maybe there never was such

To whom do I entrust with my faith?

But first, tell me a source of faith

Scream out to me in the plainest language

Cry out to forsake ignorance

Just, make it clear what so many believe

Or try, for me?

Remember me a prayer

One I can rely on for once

Give me the true give of faith and trust

A sense of hope I can cope with

Give me these ideals to cuddle with

A comfort source for my hurt

And wish me well