.....................     High above the world or so it seems  
                                    Staring out at the busy city below.                                   
                                          Cars are whirling by while a                           
                                     Church silently sits in the distance.                                     
                                           Lit up, like a sign from God,              
                     Beckoning me back to the religion I’ve never found.     
                                     The cars below go every which way,                    
                                             In their organized chaos.                                            
                                                   All of us just trying                                                    
                                                        to find a way                                                          
                                                               home.