“In a church of my own we're perfect togetherI recognize you in the stained glass”

“If I flew for you, you would still be standing.”

“In a church of my own we're perfect togetherI recognize you in the stained glass”

“I keep going backas if Im looking for something I have lostback to the motherland, sisterland, fatherlandback to the beacon, the breastthe smell and taste of the breeze,and the singing of the rain.”