Midnight Is Where I Talk to God

Midnight don’t ask me questions, It just hands me the weight, That’s when all the lies go quiet And the truth comes in late. I don’t kneel in the daylight, I don’t bow for a crowd, But when the world finally shuts its mouth, That’s when I get loud.

Daylight lies. Midnight listens.

Midnight is where I talk to God, No witnesses, no disguise, I don’t ask Him for forgiveness, I just tell Him why. I bring my sins, I bring my doubt, I bring the blood I can’t wash off — Midnight is where I talk to God, And He doesn’t interrupt.

Church doors never held me, Too clean, too rehearsed, I’ve seen holy men sell heaven To the desperate and cursed. I don’t need a choir singing What they’ve never lived through — I need one honest moment Where I don’t have to be you.

No audience. No applause.

Midnight is where I talk to God, Where the strong don’t pretend, Where the mask comes off the mirror And the truth steps in. I don’t beg, I don’t bargain, I don’t promise I’ll stop — Midnight is where I talk to God, And I don’t leave anything out.

If He’s real, He’s heard worse, If He’s just silence, I’ll survive, I’ve carried hell inside my chest And still stayed alive. I don’t need heaven waiting, I don’t need streets of gold — I just need to know He saw What this world turned cold.

Midnight is where I talk to God, When the bottle’s almost gone, When every man I used to be Is either buried or moved on. If judgment comes, let it come, I won’t duck, I won’t run — Midnight is where I talk to God… And I talk like a guilty son.

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