The brightest light upon the earth
Casts the darkest shadow we call the night
The creation of light that beckons the night
Questions and answers god's first act

I have a broken church near my home
Where I often meet broken gods alone
They stare at me for reasons unknown
Broken hopes engraved in tombstone
Feeling the emptiness in their throne

In the deepest darkness of the fair
In the eternal midst of their despair
Their hopeless eyes shifts to where
People who once showed eternal care
Pointlessly waiting for a perfect prayer

Silence prevails as if I've already known
All that remains, a broken alter of rhinestone
And a broken person who've never flown
I have a broken church near my home
Where I often meet myself  alone

Time sits on a summer's day
Stares drifting towards the endless bay
She gently lifts her arm as her feet sway
reaching desperately for anyone to stay
At the edge of the sea where eyes may stray
Death stands searching for his constant prey
ignoring her glance as he hides away
Perhaps when they meet they can finally say
All the things their hearts may weigh