A sweet little abandoned church,
her open doors welcome lost souls
Inside cold walls,
centuries of prayer
of those relinquishing desire
lit a fire,
the otherworldly kind
Now,
those losing their minds
because of unfulfiled wishes,
unmet demands,
they feel a touch of a helpful hand
They begin to feel hopeful,
they lose their willingness to rage
But as they find peace in this open cage,
Freedom shuts the door
It puts them in their place,
shows them their mistakes –
because truth should not be ignored
Spirit of Tara 