(c) Navid Enjoi

I hear you breath
So far from here
I feel your touch so close and real
And I know
My church is not of silver and gold,
It's glory lies beyond judgement of souls
 [bad word] are
Of consolation and warmth

You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender
And so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is [bad word] 
The sacrament is you

I hear you weep so far from me
I taste your tears
Like you're next to me
And I know my weak prayers
Are not enough to heal
All the ancient wounds so deep and so dear
The revelation is of hatred and fear