When you walked out of my door,
My heart lay broken, on the floor.
The memories burn brightly, in my mind.
Someday, perhaps, you'll meet your own kind.
Someone who will walk away from view.
See what that does to you.
In the name of the Father
and of the Son,
Religion may not be for everyone.
Do you believe in a higher being?
If you do, you must admit
at this moment, would he omit,
the lying racist from this place,
that most call the Human Race?