Someday maybe I will be kept in a world without churches,

In a world without kneeling and praying,

Up to the heavens that we don’t understand.

 

Someday maybe I will thrive in a world without prayer,

Because how can I love a being

If I don’t know that being?

 

And how can I blindly follow in the footsteps,

Of those older than me, of those “wiser” than me-

If I don’t believe them?

 

How is it the fault of a teenage girl

Who loved with a love so powerful

Her heart was collapsing  for those around her-

 

If she does not pray the same as you?

If she did not grow up with the same God as you?

If it was not her decision to deflect religion?

 

How?

How is it her fault?