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I'm Peter van der Hold

I'm 68 years old

I doubt some questions have increased

 In 42 years of being a priest

I'm at the end of my life

I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive

I often don't know what to say

 When I talk to Him, when I pray

In reply I receive

Only silence, no relieve

I've waited in vain for a little advice

from that great voice in ethereal skies

Once I was revolutionary

A devoted mercenary

A gifted student in God's hands

Now I'm old and sick of his demands

I tried to be honest and good

Did my job the best I could

But I always stayed that average man

Right in the spot where I began

During the grieve with which I've dealt

Spent three decades since I've felt

 The certainty I so adored 'bout the existence of the Lord

 I've seen enough, that's why I know

 God left this place, long long time ago

I'll give him to my perish

Things I don't have myself but cherish

And namely love and charity

Mostly purpose that's what sets you free

So I'm where the metaphores

Are not comforting anymore

I think I'm almost done with my search

Got old so fast even in my church

But feels as if I'm kept out

Some sort of secret about

The meaning of live sometimes

Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types

I've seen enough, that's why I know

God left this place, long long time ago

I've seen enough, that's why I know

God left this place, long long time ago

...and so on