a lot smaller dity,

[mynameisbuck]

Solitary mass
Ancient place,
your love seems
a shame to waste.
For time calls
these battered walls,
gone without a trace.

Stained glass
arching grace,
handsome is the art
which is her face.
Love will crawl
like leaves fall,
gone without a trace.

Solid brass
a steeple to replace,
wounded is the woman
ready to embrace.
My love is small
but will never stall,
gone without a trace.
Gone without a trace.