One Blustery February Sunday
I saw her again, For I thought
I had left her at the old church
That was 2005.
This sentiment of soul won't
lead me home, to that place
I thought we would end
Now it's 2012
I now stop by our old start
of my reborn, only to watch
it die one last time
six and a half years later
This was no fairytale
as truth in my heart
carries me into light
For you never could
With hope so timid
that renews me from slumber
so change will be the process!
It was Maundy Thursday
in a melancholy Sunday school room
and the eve of our Savior's death
In a sun dying square of a room
It was my rebirth in an
undefined boundary of my soul
Out the window it had just rained
as if the sky cried for you
But for me and this room
we no longer had to
