Some times I wonder what will come when I sit down to write
And just start typing and looking at the words that come
Rambling thoughts about life and what makes lives bright

Is it the connection to others that fills our lives with glee
Or our connection to nature and all that she can bring
Or maybe just living life the best we can while being free

What would we be if we were born somewhere else on earth
To what end would we live and what would be our fate
Where would our lives take us and what would be our worth

How could we know of right and wrong and what the difference be
What would we believe in and who, would be from our teachers
For what is right to anyone is only what they learn you see

Because our destiny proves to be what our upbringing demands
What God we know is taught to us and drives our faith
So, who we believe in is only within our parent's hands

Faith that resides in us for more than a thousand years
May be right and may be wrong, but who's to say who's right
The history of our past can't be erased with a million tears

So what judgment can be made of the faith of another man
Who's family brought the faith through all the many years
Only the master of the universe has the right and can

How do we know that what we believe is the faith that's true
When the writer of another is writing the same words as I
And asking the same questions of himself that I ask of you