￼Among the grey church buildings
I hear the hymns of old.
They give me memories
Of what once was told.
They whisper of a time of black and white
When there were only truth and lies
there were those who broke the laws
there were Others to despise.
But now the church bells clamour
And nothing is as clear.
Instead grey misty moments
When laughter equals fear
And there is no truth, no lies
just omnipresent tears.