A Trilogy – Part 2 “Hope”

Hey Mom, I’m doing a little better,
A guy came through our camp the other day,
Some of us followed him to this stupid church,
They fed us, and I met up with this therapy dude.

After he left, I had a good laugh,
I can’t do anything right,
Even the devil couldn’t help me kill myself,
Ah well, what a screw up I am,

I don’t know, I guess I’ll go back if he comes through again,
Except I don’t want to hear all the crap about Jesus,
He’s never done sh. . , well, I said I was going to stop cussing so much,
But the food’s good and the therapist dude isn’t so bad.

Geez, I don’t believe it,
The preacher guy took me to his house instead of church,
Guess he saw a little light shining through my pain,
He gave me a note to take to a shelter where I can stay.

They were passing out bibles today,
Couple of guys from that church read some it to me,
Reminded me of when you read to me, Mom,
Maybe there’s something to this Jesus after all.