Listen to the silence, watch the flickering flames, I'm sitting in church alone, and it's peaceful once again, Looking upon your holy stained Windows, the images of hope, faith, and love, I'm not even sure I'm in the right place, I'm wondering what the hell is the matter with me, sorry for cursing but I'm still new and only learning, It's Friday afternoon, no day special, but I'm on this pew overthinking my life and it's all disconcerting.
The vast emptiness in this religious castle, My oxygen burning from a hopeful candle, I'm struggling to breathe and it's not passing, I pray that these feelings are not everlasting.
I'm looking at the cross of Jesus hanging, we suppose to have sinned but I don't feel like a sinner, When I leave these holy walls, what am I supposed to tell myself, whilst looking in the mirror, I've come here for peace and quiet and it's now been half an hour, I'm so glad it's not a Sunday because I wouldn't cope with the choir.
I'm still the only one around waiting to be found, I'm starting to feel a bit better, One day my words might be heard, and my future might seem a little brighter, The candle is melting, but it has life, as the flame still burns, I do hear a whistle in the background, I do hope I'm not cursed.
The vast emptiness in this religious castle, My oxygen burning from a hopeful candle, I'm struggling to breathe and it's not passing, I pray that these feelings are not everlasting.
(C) Wayne Stubbs.