Invent

Chris Michael

When man invented god
He wanted to save ,,
the lost and dear

The emptiness that he found
When he put you into the sky
Prisoner to the sorrow
If you were dead tommorrow

When Man ,, spread on the Earth
He got to think
that the world was his diamond
THe emptiness that he found
All Alone and Afraid
Prisoner to the sorrow
It wont be better tommorrow

All alone and afraid

A touch ,, and a faith
And a touch and obey
And you will touch