Liturgy Ancient

Liturgy Ancient

So just sit in silence and be one of the forgotten

You never realize how easy it’s to be abandoned

Not all are equipped to connect that easy

There’ those very comfortable within there own speakeasy

So then the music comes and kisses

The great poet named Morrison releases

With music The Doors in crescendo rising

Analyzing the world and treading without compromising

So we fly and sing because it takes life’s stings

From nowhere came this soul and gave away golden rings

Yet once again the façade of the artiste hid all

For the art never shows their conflict and sorrowful

The lonesome walk of no comforting criticism

Always on the edge of the precipice in a storm

Seeking confirmation that perfection was done

Pretending that whatever’s the result is the one