We all have lived a thousand stories

They’re written on our skin

And the worn down places of our holy books

They tell of where we’ve been

I’ve written many letters to God

I’ve asked Him all my questions

And His answers they have come with time

Ask me about it someday

I’ve been betrayed and I’ve been abandoned

I bear the scars it brings

But my hands have come off just as dirty

My heart is torn and weak

I’ve seen the beauty of the earth

I’ve danced beneath the stars

The universe pressed in my palms

Ask me about it someday

Once the dust all settles and the sun has set

And the train has left the station

And the final chapter has been read

Ask me about it someday