In between pillars. Down the shady road
My room. My journal. My grandmother's kitchen
By the shore. Under the tree
My room. My journal. My grandmother's kitchen
By the shore. Under the tree
I know You are there
You are majestic. You are exquisite. You are infinite
Omnipresent they say, not that I get what it means
They say I should not worry about walls and roof of a church
I should not be broken hearted
I should not lament especially because now I cannot spend some of the offering money on sweets
I am sorry about that by the way
But maybe once in a while, God...
I want to show you how sweet and special you mean to me
That dress Mom bought me? I want to wear it to see You at Your house
I know You love all your child just the same but I have a feeling that You will notice me in that dress.
A red dress with embroidered daises on its collar. Have you seen it?
Maybe once in a while, I want to stand there and sing for You with my trembling voice and pounding heart
Maybe I jut miss the old smell of the wooden chairs. I want to see what kind of flowers they put this time. What colour of candles
Maybe I jut miss the old smell of the wooden chairs. I want to see what kind of flowers they put this time. What colour of candles
Does it have a scent? The candles, I mean
My understanding of You is this simple and I want nothing more
I know You through a million little pieces
I am a child and if being a child is the only way to keep the sweetest and purest relationship with You.... I think I'd like to stay this way
If You allow... of course
I know You through a million little pieces
I am a child and if being a child is the only way to keep the sweetest and purest relationship with You.... I think I'd like to stay this way
If You allow... of course
And God, I do not think I am going to let you see me in that dress anytime soon
And no one can tell me when will I could
And no one can tell me when will I could
Mom said I should talk to You about it
Well, I think it's a bit weird because I believe You were not the one who forbids me to come
I did not argue with her. I know You will not like it if I do so
Well, I think it's a bit weird because I believe You were not the one who forbids me to come
I did not argue with her. I know You will not like it if I do so
But... I promise I am going to keep seeing you.
It's just that... I am sorry, if we have to meet this way...
In between pillars. Down the shady road.
My room.
My journal. My grandmother's kitchen
By the shore. Under the tree.
By the shore. Under the tree.
TB
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