| All alone on my own again I thought of Christ as a common name She turned the rivers and worlds around And counted fingers and thousand frowns Unknown strangers need a face I saw her smile at meaningless days She said one day he'll save our souls But still his face is never behold Catch hold of your hero when things go wrong The one who needs stories just to live on Another hundred centuries for him to grow old Talking might be silver, but silence is gold... |
| HEATHENISM |
| (I looked above and thought...) |