Locked In A Room

I locked myself inside a room
With your vibrant ghost

While the rule-makers wrote down how things ought to be
And nailed a copy to every post

My religion then was love itself,
Or so I'd proudly boast
But I was the devil and you were god
My own private, holy host

That was how I learned what not to do
With the things you care for most

I allowed no freedom in my worship
So hope could not be lost

My morality was bankrupt
And I could not afford the cost

I tore apart the rulebook
And gave it back to them

There is no law that god has made
Which man has the rights to amend

So keep all of your judgments
Until you've gathered all your stones

I will take my blame and leave this place
Then let each rock be thrown

You may never tell me how to listen
To the ways true nature whispers

For all your guidelines on love you may never
Tell me how to hold or kiss her

So take the things that make you weep
And dwell on them for all your futures

I know the pain, I see it now
I speak with it as if we're lovers

If you're here to tell me how to pray
I pray you, please don't bother


Sonny Giordano (c) Valentine Media, 2010