Classical Church

The church bells ring
The choir, they sing
The prayers begin
Replenishing peace within
The serene still
Tears they fill
A joyous feel
Our pains do heal
My eyes, they close
And the heart blooms, like a rose
When I open my eyes
I’m greeted with a surprise
I stand not in the holy shrine
Oh! These deceiving eyes of mine
Lies a painting before me
Of a classical church, heavenly to see