Faithfully

Who do you pray for, and why? And when you do, do you kneel down and cry? Do you shatter the glass of pride and yell out to the sky? Do you tip toe to the heavens, believing you could fly?
Do you speak to your god, or at least - do you try? When you put a note in a wall, do you shut your eye?
When your forehead touches the ground, do you sigh?
And what do you believe would happen when it's your time... to die?

We all have things we hope for and believe. A way  to cope with our death and to grieve.
'Cause where we enter, we're destined to leave. Until we return to start again and conceive.
Of course, that is yet another idea up my sleeve... Reincarnation!? Surely a path that could relieve.
Or perhaps it is only there to deceive. All and all, there surely must be a message to receive...