Light flowing through
Stained glass windows
Sticks to my skin like glue

And my feet have sprouted roots into this ground because
I am too afraid to move

These lectures are just words that have found
Their way into my head
But they have stripped the meaning away

The verses are sandpaper against my heart
Because I know the true meaning
And these are just empty shells

This place is a waiting room
And these people have no idea
That while they sit here in their sundays best
There are people dying
suffering
crying

And they just sit here talking about how to make a difference
They never do