CONFESSIONS OF A SOUL ALONE
My beliefs they are my own
My conversations with my God
Belong to Him and to me alone
I am comforted by his staff, his rod
But it is not in crowds I him seek
Not in Church I Him meet
I am a soul alone
I bow for no man, bend my knee for none
But when in nature grand and bold
I know my importance and my weight
Is not measured in power or in gold
The second coming, the end of world,
Paradise and Hell and all
It is by Man foretold
To trust the truth of Man
You must trust the goodness of his kind
He will steal and lie and kill
He will do what he thinks best for him
He cares not if what he does is Good or Sin
My trust in Man is low, is ill
To me, Man for God speaks not
With my God I will speak alone
That His truth is not bent
Not twisted for personal gain
Not used to increase people's pain
In myself I must believe
And my friends and kin and kind
Perhaps the Old were right
That a man is measured
By the legacy he leaves behind
That he is judged
By what he does do
If he did what was right, and so
He stood by his beliefs
Stood by who with him belong
Was just and good and kind
Then into the Heavens he may find
I know not what is true,
Only what I think is right
Right for me
For my soul alone