Soul

tell me father are you riding on the fictional bus up to heaven above? do you listen to the angles on the outskirts... have they persuaded you? oh tell me father perhaps you had been persuaded before i just want to know where your body and soul roam tonight but I know I'll never know until I pass away to the next life i know I'll never know where your souls roams tonight until I reach the afterlife kneeling in this church of stone on this pew reading my prayer book "we commend to you Lord all the souls who have died" as you walk in the garden is the grass broken glass on your feet? i want to believe when I think how I wasted my chance and mother and I pray that it would happen someday we would find you where we're going