The Chapel

Open up the sky, make it rain, make it cry
When the sisters turned you down, you opened up, a chapel on your own
You made all of the men come, who were seeking asylum
From their own, intricate wars, I said a prayer for each and everyone
But your chapel was overrun

I kept all of the demons at bay, now they are having their own way
When the chapel burned down to the ground, I saved only one of the songbooks
It only took one man with a torch, to erase all of my thoughts
Of deliverance and of sins

I hear your voice, I hear the birds
But I can’t understand all of the words

Is there one song in your book that would contain something for my mood
Let me have a quick look; you hand the book over and you open a blank page

Open up the sky, make it rain, make it cry
I hear your voice, I hear the birds, but I can’t understand all of the words