The Sanctuary

The cold evening air blew,
it is heading to a place that is new

Meaningless suffering,
makes a good offering

He went to a place of worship,
to make another yearning

He told his father his weary,
and ask for his sympathy

As the candles burn,
he prayed for he earned

He's now restless and despised,
rejected and demised

So he went to this place,
and mourn for his disgrace

He took a long breath,
and looked at the end

He saw nothing because it's not the end,
for his ways is going to bend

He only went their to be enlighten,
of problems that's about to kindeled

The birds flew in this place,
even though it's no a race

The wind was calm,
as he took him in her arms

The green sight is only temporary,
for this will be not easy

After he leaves the sactuary,
then this will be a worry