Fire

Early morning
In front of old chirch
Heart is empty
No whisper of pray...

Words are void
From a sinful girl
Who begged madly
For Bells to remain

When the Fire
Has eaten all led
Bells were next
And she knew
All would come to the end...

Early Morning
In front of new chirch
Skirt's too short
For a visit to pray

Words were void
Just the heart
Still obeyed
To the rule
That was taken
By Lord.

Trust in heart
Trust in silence
No word...