I grew up religious And I'm not quite sure when that changed. My faith set like the sun, Fading from twilight to dusk So gradually I didn't even notice Until the day's warmth had faded And I was left shivering Under the cold light of the stars. I miss the feel of the sunlight on my face But no matter how hard I try The clouds always seem to block its rays. I wish it was as easy as when I was a kid But then again, nothing ever is, Is it? Growing up, your faith is supposed to be tested And I guess I failed But is it really my fault That I can't believe in the reality of something incorporeal When I can barely believe in the reality of my own blood and skin And bones? That somewhere along the line, I outgrew the comforting embrace of faith from my memories So now, when I try to shrug into it, It stretches too tight across my skin? I just want something to believe in again Because nothing is incomprehensible But something is unforgiveable And I don't know what to think. When I think too hard My skin starts to crawl And the world starts to warp And maybe it doesn't matter after all. Maybe, for now, I should just stick to saying I grew up religious.