choir 

I walked the steps slowly,

it had been years

since the last time

I was in a church.

I was tired of the endless search.

was God mad at me

or was I mad at God?

no! God would never be mad at me,

He probably spent years to see me

back in the place I should be.

He wanted to set me free

from the pain of the past.

maybe I was mad at her

or annoyed of where she was

I didn't know why my heart did cared!

I made a choice and I left Soul,

the story left my heart empty with a hole

I knew I didn't have control

that my heart turned black as coal.

I tried to find my role

I tried to find my goal.

bounded to the love that she stole

a prisoner on parole.

I walked the steps slowly,

and entered that old church building.

maybe I was rebuilding 

my relationship with God

or maybe I wanted to listen

to the voice within which was odd.

a man greeted me at the door

the church had a simple decor

and I have never seen that before.

so humble.

I saw her

singing

in the choir 

my feet stumbled.