Lost Sanctuary

Lost Sanctuary The road that
leads to the holy place,
is sown
with pain and sorrows,watered with the tears of the
fallen,their bones form the cross by which we
pray. Peace has flown away on silent
wingshidden
behind the war clouds of
thunder,no one finds now the path that
leadsto the
heart of our most holy
sanctuary. There where now the loneliness
reigns,is this sea, where shed tears are
stored,closed to all
who needs it's healingit gives
no relief from the hurt and
grieving. When shall we learn this simple
lessenIn our
brother's death lie our own
destruction And the holy place moans in her sleeping,
she asks
no questions, sees without
accusing,accepting only the death and the weeping
of the
souls now lost to her
safekeeping