cold are the waters of your soul
when you find your belief
will let you sink
your buoyancy never found
while kneeling in Church

dark are the windows of your soul
when the light goes out
a lamp never lit
by the fire you strived to find
within wooden walls
it did not exist

white are the lilies of your skin
not from purity
as you were promised
no fair flower you are blanched by death
never finding the eternal life
once promised

we all are stained with sin

01/21/2007