Hymns playing
On the decades old grand piano
Keys slightly off but it’s that soprano
That keeps parishioners swaying
To that sweet old song
With ancient melodies going strong
You’ve ran the streets forever straying
Where from know one knows
Sealed, tight lipped, always closed
Off never saying
You’ve come seeking redemption
From past sins you have a new perception
Drop to your knees and get to praying
Your body is this
It’s the only one to offer forgiveness
Welcome to your temple
No, none of it is accidental
There’s no deity it’s that simple
It’s up to you to dissemble
Pour your sins, it’s okay if you tremble
It’s okay to be vulnerable
It’s okay, you are monumental
And you know the darkness in your nights
You know the brightness of your sunlight
Not some god
With an unseen fatherly facade
Your body is your only sanctuary
Find home in yourself, it’s not your adversary
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