Joseph Narusiewicz - Back To Church

Barren fields in winter snow
Her husband gone
Candles go out that can’t come back
Can’t be replaced
Loneliness deeper than the sea

Every breeze a whisper
Visits to the graveyard
She talks to her self
Old photos and painful dreams
Wake up with tears

Maybe it’s time to go back to church

Joseph Narusiewicz

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