Old Town Church

There's a bell that rings in the crooked sky

By the old town church where the winds don't lie

The windows cracked but the stories hum

Of voices past and the souls to come

Oh the walls they whisper a hallowed tune

Under the gaze of the stubborn moon

Where faith and time forever merge

In the quiet hours at the old town church

Candles flicker like ghosts in retreat

Dusty pews cradle the weight of defeat

The preacher's hat still hangs by the door

But his words don't echo anymore

Shadows dance where the sunlight fades

Memories linger in the stone cascade

Footprints worn on the ancient wood

A testament to the misunderstood

Oh the walls they whisper a hallowed tune

Under the gaze of the stubborn moon

Where faith and time forever merge

In the quiet hours at the old town church

Streetlamps shy from the midnight dark

While stars ignite an endless spark

We find our peace in the crumble and dirt

And solace lives in the old town church