Sunday church
I had a shaky relationship with god
But since the death
It just gets stronger every Sunday
I have my tattoo on my chest
His face with a cross near him
Also with my necklace
I know I am safe
And I can keep going on
Just a bump in the road
But I know deep inside
It’s so much more than that
I ache in pain
But do my best not show that side
The new preacher isn’t bad
Preaches the same message
But lacks that personal connection
No family feeling inside this church
Or at least not yet
People are friendly
They all welcome us to their church
We are all common in our faith
But have many different roads we took to our faith
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