Days begin to flourish
Seconds drift the days away
Nights remind the sinners
Never forget to pray
Another Sunday morning
They wake as the sunrise
As the gospel spins turn
Replacing quiet lies
Walking out the door
They leave in separate cars
Nervous as ever
It's been hell thus far
Arriving at the chapel
She's humble and cool
Searching for parking
Kenneth flicks his kool
Arriving on time
They sit calmly far back
He listens to the choir selection
Saying "It feels good to be back"
