66 Reasons

You've given 66 reasons to make me believe

66 reasons knowing I was naive

66 reasons to follow and cleave

66 reasons never thinking you could deceive.

You handed me a puzzle one piece at a time

promising in the end that peace would be mine

then up a mountain I was told to climb

and I would pray to you every night at bedtime

You said when I reached the summit never look back

but I slipped and fell, no time to react

and I turned and what I saw gave my head a crack

for before me was the puzzle complete and exact

The pieces, now a whole, brought me no peace

it gave me no solace, it gave no relief

for those 66 reasons for my faith and belief

was destroyed in a disaster, a volcanic motif.

Now there's 66 reasons to ask you why

it all seems nothing but a deceptive lie

I was a servant to a Master who said I could fly

then put me in chains and made me look at the sky.