God

I want to talk to God today,
To ask what price I had to pay.
Why did you shape my life like this,
Without a home, without a bliss?

Please, God, just send a sign to me,
Reveal the past that I don’t see.
No riddles, sorrow, or disguise—
Just tell me why, just tell me twice.

And now I don’t know who I am,
Nor where I’m from, nor what I stand.
Which tongue is mine? Which land, which way?
Which culture do I need to stay?

My mind, it doesn’t feel like mine,
My words don’t fit, they fall, decline.
But which belief, and which true God,
Should guide my soul where I belong?

I think you play, I think you lie,
I think you watch as I just cry.
Did you choose me just for fun,
To pull my strings and see me run?

You took my culture, took my name,
You stole my blood, and left the pain.
You took my light, you stole my flame,
And who I am, I ask again.

You took my land, you took my ground,
I wander lost, no home is found.
Homeless now—no love, no ties,
A stranger here with hollow eyes.