Firegirl
Lord of Altera
Is so bad that I'm not what my dad wants me to be?
Such a good little Christian girl, with a pink bow tie.
But I don't pray to God, and I hate the color pink,
yet my dad tells me to pray every night.
Is it so bad that I want to tell him "No"?
That I don't follow his religion, that I worship in my own time.
All these Bibles and passages melt into my brain like there trying to attack me,
forcing me to accept their religion and devour me in the process.
But something holds them back, some part of me that disagree's.
I meet online with different religions, and they don't care what people think.
I always laugh nervously, and say "My dad would disown me if he found out."
It isn't his fault, he's 56. He was born in a world with dial phones and no internet,
he disagree's with gay's, trans, queers, and all that sort.
He perfers the world used to be black and white, so simple and so clean.
I was born in a world of color, so rich and full of life, it's hard for see to see the world in black and white!
Yet everyday I'm made to bow to a God I don't belive in, singing the songs of "Good Mary" and "Jesus".
I've started to keep my mouth shut during the songs.
Yet as every line is drilled into my head, I feel people's eyes gazing into me, asking themselves "Why isn't she singing?"
I want to scream about what I truely want to worship, but not in a church, just somewhere, far away from judgmental eyes.
I can only guess what my father will say if I truely say what I worship.
But I'm not taking the risk of breaking that image of the good Christian Daughter.
Such a good little Christian girl, with a pink bow tie.
But I don't pray to God, and I hate the color pink,
yet my dad tells me to pray every night.
Is it so bad that I want to tell him "No"?
That I don't follow his religion, that I worship in my own time.
All these Bibles and passages melt into my brain like there trying to attack me,
forcing me to accept their religion and devour me in the process.
But something holds them back, some part of me that disagree's.
I meet online with different religions, and they don't care what people think.
I always laugh nervously, and say "My dad would disown me if he found out."
It isn't his fault, he's 56. He was born in a world with dial phones and no internet,
he disagree's with gay's, trans, queers, and all that sort.
He perfers the world used to be black and white, so simple and so clean.
I was born in a world of color, so rich and full of life, it's hard for see to see the world in black and white!
Yet everyday I'm made to bow to a God I don't belive in, singing the songs of "Good Mary" and "Jesus".
I've started to keep my mouth shut during the songs.
Yet as every line is drilled into my head, I feel people's eyes gazing into me, asking themselves "Why isn't she singing?"
I want to scream about what I truely want to worship, but not in a church, just somewhere, far away from judgmental eyes.
I can only guess what my father will say if I truely say what I worship.
But I'm not taking the risk of breaking that image of the good Christian Daughter.