Cathedral

Buildings, Business, God, people, sin

Cathedral

Streets come alive in neon pink at night

Sidewalks drink up rains remains

In alley ways in covered shadows

Tall buildings stand too close for comfort

The cracks between the swallowed light

Hold their sins together in a somber prayer

Concrete thoughts of heaven hang

Gothic dark with solid stones alone

Housed within the bones Cathedral ready

Are the ancient relics laughing at the masses?

Nancy changes into a candy man

Becomes a hooker hanging on a chandelier

She turns the corner down the alley wet

Tricks that follow her or he forget

This is holy ground so light a candle

Cigarettes are optional if you are you or them

Strangers on the avenue are cruel

But business girls will work proforma

Stiletto-ed prophets nearly apostolic

Out to make a profit on the steps of God

Tender revenues are offered up

Bought and sold in artificial light

Sometimes girls come up from gutters

Red lips, wide hips and chewing gum

Cherry bombs and smiles selling love

No one speaks in Latin when buying drugs

You can almost hear them whisper Jesus

Who lives within the shadows of the walls

Away inside the cathedral tabernacle safe

And He never misses mass on Sundays as a rule

Fractured light through stained glass windows falls

Colorful and pretty on the altered state of sin

Night could be equivalent or equal to the imperfections

If only dark were not so twisted from within

On the subject of bricks reflecting giant building faces

Tall structures call themselves cathedrals at a risk

High Rises come incorporated where sky's the limit

They must be citizens of heaven to afford those rents

Penthouses are too ridiculous to name by name

Between the cracks in pavements are the screams

Heard over tidal waves of dirty cab ride thunder

Rolling over stinking streets while people sing inside

They hold it all together to be blessed by God