Aren't you glad I realized that beliefs were a fad?
A trend, to some end, not something we comprehend
Just an idea, played out in the pen.
Now I am free, from the lies and deceit
Free I am, and washing my feet.
My hands too, of old decrepit to-dos
Lost goals of hardship, no longer new.
The heavenly doves
Scatter rainbows and fuzz.
The feeling it grows
It takes courage but it grows
And eventually, well
I for one am ready to see
So if you're with me
"We want more!"
And let us see,
What we have in store.