While the pastor stands tall,

High above the rest,

A practiced man of god,

I watch over the crowds,

I am not expecting anything,

Only searching for the light,

That should be held within the pure,

Those in command rigid and dull from to much repetition,

They have lost the lightness

That god wishes us to have

But then i see you like a trained pup,

You want to laugh and love,

But youve learned the manners

Of the holy temple

You have a light soul I can feel it in your smile

Your still a child within your temple,

You want to play but everyones,

Always so stiff and concentrated,

It makes me sad to see you unappreciated,

You see my eyes and draw to me,

You know i will appreciate you,

But i try to concentrate on ignoring you,

I do not want yo make it seem im here for fun,

But your so lively, your hard to resist looking at,

I love the way your long hair sways

After youve been tapped on the shoulder by a trickster

Maybe one day we can laugh together, my love

And then we wont have to search for god, Because god will find us :)