Out of the depths I cry to U oh lord
Don.t let my cries for mercy be ignored
If U keep account of sins oh who would stand?
But U have forgiveness in your hands

And I’ve heard religion say you’re to be feared
But I don.t buy into everything I hear
And it seems to me you’re hostage to those rules
That were made by religion and not by U

And I.m wondering will u ever get yourself free
Is it bad to think U might like help from me?
Is there anything my little heart can do
To help religion share us with U?

For oh you’re like a ghost in your own home
Nobody hears U crying all alone
Oh U are the one true really voiceless one
They have their backs turned to you for worship of
Gold and stone

And to see U prisoner oh makes me weep
Nobody hears U screaming in the streets
And it.s sad but true how the old saying goes
If God lived on earth people would break his windows

I long for U as watchmen long for the end of night