Take me to church

Croxt:

I have always wanted to be happy. Excited for life in the only way true love could offer. So it's late and confusingly calm this chilly Saturday night, almost morning, still restless in bed. Mine is half the King-size I deserve but the crown seldom fits the head before it's carrier is ready. From my bed I hear the church bells ring and the hymns in my head can't stop but keep going. The harmony in things myself I do not understand, how all would blend in together with such ease. But we are all children of our destinies and as I looked up to the stars tonight, I saw all your faces among them. Glittering from a distance. My eyes are almost blinded and my dreams are just that, my dreams. Mine. And so are the sins, smeared haphazardly across my past. So I sing tonight as the heavens open. We are vulnerable ourselves to the largest extent. Larger than any other. The animals have it better. Ours is more than body, ours is defeating. We are born to be everything, I've thought before. Because, why not? Yet the clean paths are devoid of things that might trip us but the other side looks more turnt. So I've braved the cold nights and sung some sad songs. The golden gates are pearly and the shadows have risen beyond reason. It's when you know you're about to lose something you really value that you fight to protect it. That kind of girl is all well dressed up in all the extremes possible. She's beautiful and well-mannered, if those still exist. She spreads positivity and braves faith but to be honest, I've been out of the loop for a really long time to know. We forget too soon even if 2000 years are a long way past. I can imagine myself walking up the staircase that leads to your large wooden doors. Your doors are always open and you'll usher me in with an embrace & a "Nice to see you! Welcome back to the house of your father." Step by step, the hallway between the rows will lead me to the cross. I will walk past the congregation. Each with their own battles to fight. Mine with mine as well. But to be a sheep you need to know when to flock and when to hold the mantle when you're ready to teach. It's the thing with growth. You stay in one place for far too long, you stop growing if you stop challenging yourself. The change you want to see in the world, hidden in your heart, has only one voice. That is yours. To speak and to fight when you have to. The orchards of the garden smell beautiful tonight and am surprised the price we have to pay to get the prize has already been paid. So when we are okay in the sun, let's never forget. It's things we take for granted that come back to consume us. Let's be grateful for all and it's like you're reading my mind; the morning is here and I'm yet to even catch some sleep. I plan to set my alarm early just ao I can be ready when you knock the door tomorning to take me to church.

Take me to church, I'm dressed up

Take me to church, I'm messed up.

Take me to church, my sins are many

Take me to church, I'm done escaping.

Take me to church today

Take me to church tomorrow

Take me to church every day,

I wanna pray.

*tomorning - Tomorrow morning