A candle for a heathen

I've met a god, down on the beach
he is the god of many
almost human, that god is
sometimes angry, sometimes sad
so full of love and happiness
sometimes he just goes mad.

Sometimes he's cruel, sometimes blind
and some can hear his voice
but people deaf for it won't hear
they've always got the choice.
You walk without him, don't despair
if you need him, he'll be there.

When I was walking down that beach
my head was full of questions
'cause I have learned some crazy things
like faith leads into factions
and there are many songs to sing
about the love for god.

So I got down onto my knees
and felt the corns of sand
a small and happy wave came in
it touched my legs, my hands;
I thought that maybe all that cruelty
and all the pain I've seen,

maybe they weren't from his hand
they must be manmade, there's
no doubt for beauty is so clean.

So maybe beauty is from god
and that devil is in us; just
laughing loudly in between.