Sir, whatever happened to that man
Perched in a crucifix?
That man, who soaked a mountain
Of sinners with his saving blood?
To reclaim a heathen nation,
Of skeptics like me.

Where is the saving grace,
He promised me once?
Where is he, now? Where did he go?
Whatever happened to that man
against the pillars was scourged?
The man who allayed the agonies of his thirst?

Where is the cross he carried?
Where is it? Where did it go?
Whoever has seen this man,
Whose water and blood spilled
through the spear I carry,
Please come to me.
The man is needed, so urgently.

Where is the way to Golgotha?
Maybe, you have a map to get
me to Gethsamane?
Whatever happened to that man?
Where did all his disciples go?

I am not looking for his promised land.
Or a paradise of sunny salvation.
I just truly want to know,
how he has been, all these years.

Whatever happened to my faith?
Once, so indestructible.
Now, drifting, like a feather,
above the fields of this Earth.

Why did I stray away, from this man?
Who, now, I am missing so much.
Why did I refuse the see writings,
He wrote all over these walls?
To bring me back to his loving embrace.
So please, tell me. Where is He now?

Have you seen this man in the posters?
He is about my size.
He has the same skin. Same stance.
Brown eyes like mine.
In fact, sir, you too are molded in his likeness.

Would you know that man, by any chance?
He could not have gotten far, right?
Have you seen him somewhere near?

Sir, please check your milk carton.