I had a chat with God, and I wanted to chill.
I told Him I had become a wizard,
A guide for those who wander, lost.
But sometimes, people would write letters,
Their words heavy with pain,
And I couldn’t help.

I asked God, why, though?
Why can’t I lift their burdens?
Why can’t I soothe their fears?
Why have You made me a wizard,
If my magic can’t reach the darkest corners?

I’ve seen people scared, their eyes like empty mirrors,
Reflecting a sadness I can’t erase.
And still, I am.
I sat there with tears in my eyes,
Saying, God, why have You made me a wizard?

And I sat there and cried,
Saying, God, why have You made me a wizard?
What’s the beauty of these emotions,
If all I do is cry?

My hands trembled, holding invisible threads,
Trying to weave hope where there was none.
And I sat there,
And I cried,
Asking, God, why have You made me a wizard?