Death of a Soapbox Preacher

I used to be a priest
spreading the Good Word
about how love is the sun in the sky and the moon in the sea.
Praying for prodigal souls
to return to their rightful homes.

I used to think a hand reached out to darkness
could at the very least have a chance of catching light.
Please excuse my lack of faith but I have found,
that no one's gonna hold your hand forever
and the touch of your own fingertips is better than none at all

I used to be a preacher but I've had to let the flock go
Who am I to teach them now?
Who wants a sermon from a nonbeliever?
But it's not a crisis of faith, it's an end to the fight
God is dead,

and love never saved anyone.