In the movement of time 
I can somehow make a moment rhyme 
And I owe it all to her
And the mountain that we were
In our young days 
And there are so many ways
We deviate from the route we should take 
But I look within and I wake 
Up from this shallow flooded pool
I found God one day in school
As I lay upon the floor 
Staring at the ceiling like there’ something more
Than just they grey blue of sky
And what happens when people die
It’s more than just cold and dead
It is an exchange instead
Into the effortless deep
And there is a secret that I keep 
From all who would ask to know what I am 
I was told it was part of the plan
But I just don’t believe that the God of Love
Would rain hellfire from above 
In the name of justice and gain
The same one who made the rain
Flow until the world was a flood
Or who made his holy Son shed blood 
I cannot reconcile 
The One with the green mile