Young heretic

A boy has been raised to believe in god.
Never has he fully understood why he believes.
Though he cannot question for fear of frightening peers, he still searches for answers.

I can only hope
That everything you tell me is righteous
Because i cannot see it all.
I can only inherit it for my own safety.
With no revelation of what this all means
I'll keep believing there is something
And only hope that i am living life with a meaning.
But who are you? who are you, god?
What am i looking for?

Am i afraid to search so i can keep my image clean?
Or should i cross this line, because i feel so alone?
I'm only feeling alone.
Am i the only one who feels like i'm living a perceived lie?
With no revelation of what this all means
I'll keep believing there is something
And i can hope i'm living life with a meaning
Or am i living life for nothing?