Story Behind the Song
I was contemplating a lot of stuff.
Lyrics
I know, my friends, the God was simply fashioned
For man to explain how his form was spun,
But I thrive now on some kind of god's compassion,
Whether there are 99 or 1.
It's humans who domesticated cattle,
But it's God who made the mountains and the sky.
They say it's God who leads us into battle,
But I choose not to believe those kinds of lies.
I've had time to think about it long and hard,
And that's not my kind of God.
If we don't fight in God's name then I wonder,
To what end might we humbly bend our will?
Perhaps to the thing that's bound to pull us under:
White gold, black gold, diamonds, dollar bill.
We all face some measure of confusion
Or lose a friend somewhere along the line.
To cope with pain, we foster grand illusions.
You choose yours and I'll look out for mine.
I've had time to think about it long and hard,
And I find strength in God.
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