Alone in the empty church
I can hear your silent prayer.
I know your pain all too well.
I am willing to shed your tears.
My blood will burn and boil with yours.
My eye cast upon your true temple.
My heart will race at the idea of your perfection.
I will battle your demons
all in the name of love.
I let the candles burn within my eyes.
I can taste your will.
I will resist the seed planted in my own skin.
I will fight,
but I will never take up arms
