Old Building, Where Is Home?

I wrote this about an old church I used to years ago. Everything was changing and the home I called that church for my childhood and adolescent years became a strange building.
That home turned into a building.

image

Old Building,  Where Is Home?

I thought when I walked into this building 
That I could call it home 
I thought it was away 
Away from the sickness of this world 

I thought when I found shelter in this building 
That it would welcome me, all of the time 
Time has proved me wrong 
As the seasons change 
This building has turned bitter 
As it seems, only to me 

Where is my coat? 
Have you taken it? 
Where are my shoes? 
Have you stolen them? 

I hope to guard my heart 
Before it is stolen as well 

Thank you
Zac

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s