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Send A Sign

I draw circles on my arms when I am bored
I lay on the grass and I smile to the Lord
Who may exist only in my head
A flimsy deception hung by a thread

I've been in a plane and looked to the sky
Searching for angels that might pass me by
But all I saw were clouds, empty and thick
It seems for my whole life I've been tricked

If God exists and is on the lookout for me
Where was He when I was on a killing spree?
Was He eating biscuits and drinking tea?
When I cried and I lied, where was He?

All I want is for Him to send me a sign
A supernatural presence from the divine
I want this mint tea to turn into red wine
I want all the stars to shine and align
All I want, dear Lord, is just one sign

Philosophy class taught me there is no God
The teachings and prayers are nothing but fraud
A delusion that only the peasants applaud
As any person could see that the bible is flawed

Yet I want to believe that He really is here
That my life has a purpose to which I adhere
And that as I get older year after year
My purpose will become utterly clear

When I lay in the sun and it kisses my cheek
And I hear the tree limbs rustle and creak
As the ducks and the tadpoles waddle and swim
I know this perfection could only be made by Him
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