I have a small mind

How can someone be haunted

By places she has not been

How can she turn to religion

And not have peace within

And still perist

And insist

That I be as much like her

I don’t like her

I don’t like her like this.

How can you give yourself

To that old time religion

How can you even believe in religion?

How you bow and cry

Much as I try

To pull you away

You stay

You pray for my soul

I want to swallow you whole

And keep all of you for myself

And now somehow I don’t.