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