I don’t know how to mourn
If there’s no god for you to go to
No better place to which you've
Floated off to ever dwell
And I don’t know who to thank
For the mercy of your passing
Or who to blame for your life collapsing
Into a sterile, senseless Hell.
If there’s no trumpet to sound
No angel band to surround you
And the lack of blinding white light
Confirms that we’re alone
Then who will bear you away
On their snow white wings
To your immortal home?
I guess I should be thankful
That I have had the fortune
Not to lose anyone important
Since my youthful faith ran dry.
But who’s around to thank?
There’s no plan and there’s no reason
And no architect to believe
Is holding all the reasons why
If there’s no grace to guide me
Through these dangers, toils, and snares
And no grace to give my fears relief
Then where’s the hallelujah in the by and by?
Who will save a wretch like me?
I look up from this foxhole
To the unchanged, empty sky
For now I've found that I am lost,
With no one to ask why
I look around for signs of grace
All faithless and bereaved
That sweet mirage is long gone since
The hour I last believed.