Night drive, under night sky, stars hang down like Christmas lights as we fight. Fields for miles, lay flat like bathroom tiles, and I don’t believe cause of what I’ve seen, sometimes I want to but there’s nothing above the stars, but sky , not some guy. Naïve and spoonfed, I want to believe the words you said but my prayers have left me exhausted. God where were you when grandfather died, god where were you when friends pushed me aside.