Some call me a pagan, think I don’t believe in God
Their reason, never seen me in church or,
Reading the bible, the Holy Book
Some call me a kafir, I don’t believe in their faith
They want me to dress like them and act like them
Go to the mosque instead of church
So they can accept me as one of their own, treat me with respect
So they can let me marry their own, share their table.
Don’t know who is right, they’ve never asked for my opinion
It should matter, should be considered
Maybe I’m right and they’re all wrong
Maybe we’re all wrong, about God
No one knows for sure, only God.