The Church Bells Are Ringing
stainglass sunday school carade
dont care to march in the parade
when have you helped me out
spent my money and ignored all doubt
look at me pass your judgement
forget about all the time I spent
prefer to sit outside the sphere
to me things are not as they appear
nail my hands inside my fears
jab my side with makeshift spears
leave my face unwipped to fill with tears
hurt felt always from all the jears
for my pain and money you care
all alone you make me walk bare
Seperation
sick and sad again
rest in fault begin
not my friend anymore
walking through another door
forgot me standing there
why should you care
not going my way
for this I'll have to pay
behind my door I'll stay
never again will I pray
those thoughts flew
though in the wind they blew