Sadness in the eyes of a preacher,
As his church grows emptier by the day,
Religion is not as strong,
But for the preacher the days are long,
Night times are lonely,
Hymns go unheard,
Tired of the gospel failing the word,
Upon the crucifix he lays his truth,
Behind the bible of fables and tales,
Upon the blue sadness he drowns and bails.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 9:04 PM UTC
Sadness in the eyes of a preacher,
As his church grows emptier by the day,
Religion is not as strong,
But for the preacher the days are long,
Night times are lonely,
Hymns go unheard,
Tired of the gospel failing the word,
Upon the crucifix he lays his truth,
Behind the bible of fables and tales,
Upon the blue sadness he drowns and bails.
written in 2006
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