take me to church pt. V
the crucifix my shoulders carry weighs heavy with a feel so airy that while at church, I only feel and thoughtless I begin to kneel it took a while to realize the roof has dreams and walls got eyes with which they wrap me in a glance wiping all my hesitance faith flows through me, fills me up and I am nothing but a cup to hold my churches visions tight so it can bathe in it’s own light praying has you feel so small you’ll feel much greater, after all