I am god's child
Abandoned to this corrupt world
How do I live on such a field?
I wasn't born for such a purpose.

These chains won't allow,
My being toppled by a gust of wind burying my steps.
With my heart cleared out, only your feelings still messing it up,
I still can't clean them up.

I am god's child
Abandoned to this corrupt world
How do I live on such a field?
I wasn't born for such a purpose.

Keep telling me the "reasons"
Til I fall asleep.
Only ineffective medicines lay strewn about
But since there is no voice here,
Whatever should I believe?

I am god's child
An empty sound leaves marks in my back.
I can't hang out in this world
There's nowhere safe for this thought.