God gave me red weddings
And words like bees
Forgetting about me.
He gave me the peace of a couple minutes
And words like fruits
Forgetting about me.
He gave me beautiful ideas
And words like roses,
Forgetting about me.
He gave me the voice which persuades
Much more than the truth
Forgetting about me.
But one day, the ache came
The endless punishment came
This strange blaze came
Separating the good from the bad
And I saw God at last
He already remembered me . . .