belief

standing tall amongst the mountains high
is a feeling of a truth you cannot deny.
there, engraved in the hearts of every child
lies a question, they seek and bide.

should it be religion, or not otherwise,
that shall set me free from the clutches of human cries?
could it be in the depths of time, oozing out
from the soul of the universe, an honest shout?

the gods are many, and human needs too;
but you believe the belief that was mete out to you.
from the dent in your hearts that the years
past bring forth, tales told by many seers.

you must forever hold your own,
for within your cells is the truth sown.
you cry, and grow, and breathe, and think,
and one day you will behold your belief in ink.