Written by Kim Buchanan,
copyright 1997
You step into a room full of glass. The images represent of someone else’s past. You’re looking for answers, but they’re not clear. Is that spirit you’re searching, anywhere near? Do you need to belong ? Belong to your father’s theological song ? You’re told that it’s right, but could it be wrong?
Your soul gets the squeeze when it breathes within this belt. Redemption they’re dealing riddles you with guilt. You’re looking for answers in your little black book. Perhaps now’s the time to take another look! Do you need to belong ? Belong to your father’s theological song? You’re told that it’s right, but what if it’s wrong?
Your questions are weapons that terrify these walls. Convictions are formed in some unlikely halls. Your looking for answers, you’ll be in their prayers. Remember to whisper, sanctify their lair. Do you need to belong? Belong to your father’s illogical song ? You’re told that its right, but what if it’s wrong ?
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