He Believes

In this big world I love and hate
Is there really someone up above?
And why would he be watching ME
He has enough on his plate.

But yet I'm always wondering
Is there something more
Something I'm supposed to be
Other then a bore.

I guess we're all dealt a hand
With many troubles in our way
I think that God gave us that hand
because he believes we'll find the way

"Your all equal" he says
But some can't seem to see
That the're as good as the next slump
that passes them on the street

And if you think you've failed at life
Then you have only you to blame
Because it's you who must deside
But remember, God believes you'll find the way