The priest who hides

I hear the whisper of your lies, Dark melody of summer fliesNo boundaries for the divineCatch the echo of the church’s chime While the boy cries on the benchHopelessly dreaming for revengeGlaring the cross on the alterCould not say no to you Father  Powerlessly seeking some helpVulnerable, fearing a skelpDeserving it, he misbehavedYou stole his youth … Continue reading The priest who hides