A deep frustration's running through my veins,nA dark light's entering the churchnBy pale glass windowsnAnd I feel so cold.nnI can't stop looking at the wooden box placednIn the very centre of the nave.nI'm trying to imagine you...n...Sleeping.nnWe're in the homenOf life and death,nWhere each being takes end.nAnd time flows with the sand!nnWe cry as one,nYour friends, your family.nDeath has stained this day.nAnd now he's gone away.nnI think you would be smilingnListening to this priest todaynBefore his church.nI can still remembernYour songs about Christendom and slavery.nnI can't realise!nDeath before my eyes!nListening to this sermon's lies!nnHe's never seen you!nHe's never talked to you!nHow can his white lies be true?nnBut I have to understand,nThis prayer that pays tribute toonIt's not here to be true, but to help us go throughnThe deep pain that we bear, the way we all suffer.nOur dreams of paradise get the pain out of our minds.