Blazing is the sight from afar
Trembling as their voices rose to the air
It's pretty, it's peaceful and consoles each aching breath
The pictures aligned to the wall
The altar set up to be seen in awe
We are in his presence, the God in the church for all
I listen to the words, none is different from what I heard before
But in unison we stand and praise the Lord
What wonder, what pleasure to be here
I see the old nod with each word
I see young all focused on their phones
He speaks from the pulpit, spreading his word like seeds
How I wish the world will be as such
Unison of mind like that of the church
Caring less what you think or where you from
How sad it is to be forced to conform
When all I want is to be part of the one
We can't all believe in the old man in the sky
We can’t all act and have sex like everyone else
We can't all behave and believe alike
This doesn't mean we can't stand in unison against crime
The crime to the world is the death of much
Crime is denying the right for some to be
We all have a right to be heard and to live
Why should we allow anyone tell us otherwise?
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