A world filled with wonder, a cold, fathomless sky   A man's life so meager, he can but wonder why   He cries out to Heaven its truth to reveal   The answer: only silence, for God isn't real.      Go ask the starving millions under Stalin's cruel reign   Go ask the child with cancer who eases her pain   Then go to your churches, if that's how you feel   But don't ask me to follow, for God isn't real.         He forms in his image a weak and foolish man   Speaks to him in symbols that few understand   For a life of devotion, the death blow he deals   We'd owe Him only hatred, but God isn't real.      Go tell the executioner of the power he can't defy   Go tell his shackled victim of the mercy on high...   Then go to your churches, go beg, pray, and kneel,   But don't ask me to follow, for God isn't real.      No, no matter how He should be, Godisn't real.