The sky is silent when I ask it why Ash falls like snow on a dying July I carved my doubts into cathedral stone But every echo answered: you’re alone If You are there, why hide in flame? Why build a world that devours Your name? My prayers decay in a starless dome A universe vast, but without a home Faith is a wound I carry still Hope is a shadow against my will I kneel to nothing, I rise to dust Between belief and bitter mistrust If God exists, He’s learned to sleep While oceans rise and children weep