all the years you spent crying repent
love the sinner, not the sin
carrying stones like a lifeline
too blind to look at your own life
too blind to see that
the chapel sits empty now
empty like your hands
empty like your arms
empty like your breath
more hollow than your eyes
with a heart that is harder than the stone that lines the halls of the steeples you bow to
but the chapel sits empty now
who are you praying to?
