I don’t know who I am anymore
Someone somewhere shut that door
And I’m lying on the floor
Thinking about identity
And if it could encapsulate me 
In a tight little bundle 
But I just roll the trundle 
Wheel down the path
And think about the God of wrath
I was shown by a teacher in school 
She read the Bible and it wasn’t cool 
It was so dark and dense
And nothing was in the present tense 
It was all recrimination 
And I couldn’t see that the station 
She stood at was pulling in to train 
Us all to repeat again 
What we’d learned 
And if we didn’t we’d be burned
I shook with the terror
But something told me it was an error
Because we couldn’t be sinners at ten 
But she threw suspicion on us over again 
As though our childish might 
Could be lit by the devil’s light 
In seeking to avoid the dark 
But the word just means to miss the mark 
And maybe it’s not understood
That the heart of the human endeavour is good
If Jesus taught me anything 
It’s that there’s an angel’s wing 
Looking out for all of us
And that it’s okay to trust
In the best of what we are
I look for the star 
You were born under
And the sound of thunder 
Rumbles in a scene 
If this is all a dream 
Why does it feel 
So real 
In the dark and in the day
Am I gonna be okay? 
Or am I already alright 
Is my soul the light in the night 
To remind me that the consciousness 
Is the way that we undress
The skin 
We are standing in 
For a season or two 
You fanned the flame but I still love you