although I walked in the
shadow of a storm
it couldn\'t be out paced
found an abandoned barn
hoping to get warm
thunder crashed
prayers in wood
sermons in stone
it had been many years
since I felt so cold and alone
put some wood in the stove
and set it afire
the scent of many autumns
curled in the smoke
trying to find my way
to your love again
and back from wanton desires
took my purest thoughts
and turned them into prayers
prayers to the silence
prayers to the loneliness
prayers I hoped would uncover the layers
a long cold night
somehow turned to morn
leaving my sanctuary
for a long road unknown
in the shadow of a storm