Pale Skin

Five years, four years too long

Living her life room to room

Bed to bed

She still prays

Her family still prays

Room to room, bed to bed

She still prays

Sickness still sweeps her

Coughing and pale skin

Is what you see

Cables wrap around her sick body

She hopes it ends

She still prays

Her family still prays

Every tunnel she drives through

She still wishes she will make it out alive

Questioning why people worship a man

That suffered three short days on a cross

While she lay for five long years

Where is her book?

Where are her followers?

Dead and pale on the floor

You ask yourself

If there is a God

Do you think he gives a shit?