The Father, The Son, And the Homosexual / Single Parent

They called it faith
 They called it fair
 They called it resolution
 I called it shit when we were alone
 They simply paid no mind
 You'd suffered such a crime
 Then there you were
 A mother way too soon
 They said you'd made your bed
 Then they filled your head
 With the sound
 The bells of a cathedral
 You say you're still ashamed
 I with that I could make it stop
 Like salt thrown over shoulder
 A coin tossed in a fountain
 Not unlike a knock on wood
 You said only in as much
 As you were sensitive to touch
 Did you feel like a human when they spoke?
 And so you hid your life
 All bottled up inside
 Just enough to make
 Your angels choke
 You took all you heard
 And tried to make them your own words
 Only deafened by the sound
 The bells of a cathedral
 Now you hate yourself and I wish that it would fucking stop
 Like salt thrown over shoulder
 A coin tossed in a fountain
 Not unlike a knock on wood
 All my life
 Surrounded, unfounded
 Teachings taught as threats
 I won't forget