Every day is the same,
Waking up and going through the same motions,
Is there any purpose to life,
Or is life pointless,

 Every day on my way to school,
I see the same things,
Fields of dead flowers,
Hiding their hidden beauty.

 If god made everything perfect in his eyes,
Then why does everything die,
Is there a purpose?
For them to hide their hidden beauty?

 And love,
What is it,
Is it a sense of longing,
Or is it an chemical reaction?

 I don’t understand,
The cycle of life,
Love, and hidden beauty,
Is there a reason for it all?

 I hear about god, and all the marvelous things he does,
But then why am I like this,
He’s never done anything for me,
So how am I supposed to keep faith?

 All my friends say,
If I pray for things to get better, it’ll happen,
So I tried, and I prayed,
But I’m still in the same situation,
Is there any way out,
Will I ever know the meaning of life?
But only time can tell,
With life and all its hidden beauty,
Just waiting for someone to go looking,
You don’t have to know what you are looking for,
Just start looking.
But every time I go,
I get nowhere
,And I find nothing,
Is this god’s master plan?
Am I supposed to fail?
Those are some of the questions of life,
And I don’t know if I’ll ever find out the answers,
All I can do is keep hope,
But sometimes hope isn’t enough.

When hope isn’t enough,
What do we have?
Faith, love or trust,
But how do they keep you strong enough to keep going,
Or do they,
Are they supposed to?
Maybe they are just reasons to keep going,
Even though you know that you walk alone.

 The bible says, “ I will always be there with you”,
But I always feel alone,
Even with my Girlfriend with me,
I’m still alone,
I fell as if no one truly knows me,
Not even I,
I act all emo and stuff,
But the truth is I don’t know who I am,
Am I a waste of a life,
Or is my purpose there,
And I just can’t see it,
Am I blind to the hidden?
Is that why I can’t find the beauty in dead flowers,
Is that the reason for all my questions?
Or is it an excuse to feel better?

 I’m not going to stand for this,
I will find the answers,
I will not give up,
Wait, what am I saying,
Even I know that it’s hopeless,
There’s no point in life,
There is no hidden beauty,
And most of all,
Faith is not real,
There is no god,
Because if there was,
I would know what to do,
I wouldn’t have all these questions,
I would have answers,
I wouldn’t be in this mess,

 I guess there is no hurt in trying,
So god if you are real,
Give me a sign,
Give me proof that you are real,
Please give me answers,
Before I’m consumed in the uncertainty’s of life

 If only I knew,
The truth behind hidden beauty.