Naive کے بول

Religion is a breeding ground where the devil's work is deeply found With teeth as sharp as cathedral spires, slowly sinking in God knows that I've been naive, but I think it makes Him proud of me Now it's so hard to separate my disappointments from His name Because shadows stretch behind the truth Where stained glass offers broken clues And fear ties knots and pulls them tight and it leaves us paralyzed But in the end such tired words will rest The truth will reroute the narrow things they've said The marionette strings will lower and untie And out of the ashes, love will be realized 'Cause God knows that we've been naive And a bit nearsighted to say the least It's broken glass at children's feet that gets swept aside unexpectedly