The Girl In Church
I can't concentrate in church
My hard heart is beginning to clutch
The transparent porch
Of the image of the girl in church
My fingers would freeze on the piano
As my eyes catches a glimpse of the rainbow
Moving graciously in a row
Of the singers of soprano
A little while my heart is at rest
And suddenly beats with sorrowful zest
As if a higher force is making jest
Of me or is it a test?
Why won't she just go away
To a faraway place and stay
Until the lions eat up the hay
And my heart has no more a day
Should mount Everest be at sea level
And my heart becomes a castle
I would be free from this evil
Lingering torturing and consuming the strength of my heart's cradle
Why has my heart become a fertile ground
For the seed of lust which abound
In its midst and mound
Of desire gathering momentum around
I should be glad if I become free
Of this shackles lingering for eternity
Yanking off the chains with alacrity
I will be glad I am free
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