Poem -

Upon your house of faith..

If I feel that I can't stop drinking
If I feel that I can't stop eating
If I can't control my mood state
Pardon me if I'm running late to keep my faith

My honesty eyes look away 
Upon your house of faith
I can't move from my pain 
Upon your house of faith 

If I can't see a way to get through to the other side
If I can't talk myself out and my feelings just Collide
When I can't find nothing to believe I come to your gates 
Are you willing to stand over me and show me your faith

I want to love when I want to 
I want to feel when I want to 
I want to speak when I want to 
I want to breathe when I want to
I want to believe that I'm in control and I hold the reigns 
So pardon me if I'm running late to keep my faith

My honesty eyes look away 
Upon your house of faith
I can't move from my pain 
Upon your house of faith 
So at this time close the steel gates upon your house of faith
Truth, love, feeling, believing and seeing is only what I crave
And in this world as I stand beside your "holy grail" 
I'm not getting this upon your house of faith
My honesty eyes look away 
Upon your house of faith
I can't move from my pain 
Upon your house of faith

This is my house of faith...!!

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Wayne Stubbs

Not sure really, if you're in a hopeful state then maybe but when I wrote this I wasn't, I had a bit sarcasm and anger with it. 

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