sin lost in the darkness of day

Steeples towers clocks and flowers
so many of them built to last
parapets defences gargoyles that
are defensive menacingly offensive
to those that know of the spoils of
war for religion and more are mere
tools of the trade for some to gather
up souls and capture them whole
leaving no option than to get up and
run or give in and become that like
sin lost in the darkness of day

In the distance

In the distance
I see you looking at me
In the distance
I feel you wanting to be free
In the distance
I hear you calling to me
In the distance
Is that not to where you did flee
In the distance

I’m waiting for that train
to come to carry me to
that place to far to run to
on mine own

I’m waiting for that train
I think my friends on there
for they have finished their
roaming of life and are heading
home now had enough of the
strife and poverty of the soul

I’m waiting for that train
for it’s going to that place
where all things become
whole in their own right
that place where darkness
is as light for nothing is
unseen

I’m waiting for that train