Times of belief
Memories are strong
and so is hate
I came to help you
but you are proud
too proud to believe,
now I am condemned
to suffer, for I made you
and cannot die
For many, yesterday
is only a story
some live there and do not see Me
Some live today
and their eyes are clouded
Some want to live forever
but it is too dark for many to see Me
A few take My hand and live with Me
to see yesterday, today
and the tomorrow they will make for Me and Mine.