walking up this abandoned road
are the footsteps lost in time
where borrowed memories float
and ancient bells do chime
the holiness of a lost cathedral
when you push the doors aside
the mysteries of a fallen age
their prayers felt deep inside
hear the songs of the previous souls
their melodies soft but clear
singing in a mourning choir
those hymns we hold so dear
sermons here are set in wood
as they reverberate through the wall
layers of dust and dirt have settled on
the teachings of Peter and St Paul
this ancient barn once
so majestic and revered
collapsing on its own axeis
has slowly all but disappeared
solemly chant the ancestral names
of all those who came before
who worked , lived and loved
but who can worship here no more