the sun is a halo over the steeple
blinding cast on the winter snow
most are confused by a peaceful sleep
quiet now or the reality will show
is this how life as
an insider looks?
like disciples,
they gather only to disperse
loud sheep, starving
up out of my seat,
walk fast past the pews
stained glass windows,
cold smelly books in brown
wooden rooms
through the wet white terrain
where everything sparkles like crystals
my knees were bleeding, i cried
take me home, take me home
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 9:27 AM UTC
the sun is a halo over the steeple
blinding cast on the winter snow
most are confused by a peaceful sleep
quiet now or the reality will show
is this how life as
an insider looks?
like disciples,
they gather only to disperse
loud sheep, starving
up out of my seat,
walk fast past the pews
stained glass windows,
cold smelly books in brown
wooden rooms
through the wet white terrain
where everything sparkles like crystals
my knees were bleeding, i cried
take me home, take me home
