Holy Grounds.

Here's the church and here's the steeple 

Look inside and see the sad people 

With wars in their minds and scars on their hearts

Watching as their world is slowly torn apart

Confused by all the words of an imperfect society

Wondering what they should have tried to be

How could something so bad happen to someone so good

Well that's where we all stood

With holy water runing down our faces 

And precious blood spilled in these sacred places.