Conversation.

I met God,

On the corner,

Of a dusty boulevard.

I saw him stand,

With broken clothes.

And a cigarette,

In his hand.

I had to know,

Where was he,

When my time was low?

What was wrong,

Where had You been,

All along?

Where was He,

When the old man,

Was killing me?

Were you lost,

Or didn't You,

Realise, what it cost?

I met God,

On the corner,

Of a dusty boulevard.

I saw him stand,

With broken clothes.

And a cigarette,

In his hand.

Was it something,

Wrong in my part.

Was it something,

I should have known,

From the start?

Why didn't You help me,

Couldn't you hear me cry?

Why did you,

Let me bleed there and die?

I met God,

On the corner,

Of a dusty boulevard.

I saw him stand,

With broken clothes.

And a cigarette,

In his hand.

He held me hand,

And led me away.

He told me child,

I couldn't let you stray.

Here in this world,

I made with my hand.

Among all this evil,

You were too good to stand.

You maybe dying,

But look at me face.

Follow me onward,

To a better place.

I met God,

On the corner,

Of a dusty boulevard.

I saw him stand,

With broken clothes.

And a cigarette,

In his hand.