an ode - redemption in the choir

letters to the lost will cost you

a static penning of redemption that will bleed through

burning hearts with mistakes tattooed

kneeling at fleeting memory of solitude

oh, the chorus of the choir

the only trial that leads to fire

pure ode, hands lifted higher

reaching up for a burdened desire

longing for a place of synergy

a butterfly's wing sends us to misery

as we proclaim omittance of history

born is the folly of an admired masterpiece

oh, the sins they grow higher

where you can only find redemption in the choir

pure ode, hands lifter higher

reaching up for a burdened desire

tall arches lead to glory

homes of the saints

first steps of the ones not born to be

oh, the feet of the choir

fall prey to nature's desire

raise a chorus, heal us of prior

the ridding of selfish desires