What Am I to Believe?

What am I to believe, my dear?
Everything is sacred up here
Do you still speak to God, my dear?
Does he know we're still here?

Save your words, my dear
The truth has consequences here
Beware of the angels you hear
Halos tend to rust up here

Are we on our own, my dear?
To be made is to be alone, I fear
Who do we hold to account my dear?
Or has it just been us all along?

What should we do now, my dear?
Maybe it’s time to get out of here
Maybe it’s time to go

Inspired by Those Old Emotions. Photo by Fred Ni.