Godchild

Flat above a garage with baby yours
Swimming in Sunday morning sun
Anything that is yours I'll love forever 
Made in the image of God 

god dead now, god gone 
Just me and the son of god 
Just me now and your perfect child 
Who I worship these days
Like I worshiped you 

Us on the kitchen floor
Lego bricks and cigarettes 
Building a home to last a day or two
A family like the telly ads
Godchild, me and you 

He said his first word 
But if a tree falls in the forest 
And there's no one to hear it
Does it make a sound?
Just a tree echoing alone

Godchild echoes Louder each day 
And you must know what that feels like 
After your god left and your words

bounced back

unheard 

god  dead now, god gone 
Lord, master, maker, god 
Your everything and your all
Your holy father who wasn't there
To hear your tree fall