Prove to me that you're still there, 
And prove to me that you still care.
It's hard to put faith in what you can't see, 
But let's just keep this between you and me.
Sometimes I have to question myself, 
And other times, I question everybody else. 
But never once did I question you, 
And I think your turn is long overdue. 
What are you really, besides a few powerful words, 
Some trees, a couple people, and the fish and the birds? 
I have believed in you since I could understand,
You gave life to the woman and also to the man.
Then you blessed me with the man who saved my life, 
Then cursed me with the woman whom I now I have to fight.
So are you really someone who cares, 
Or are you just something we say is there?