Temple of Love

[Sam]

My love temple it was
I walked shoeless on it
I bowed and prayed
I miss some old facade

The chime of our songs
will echo in your heart
the words of our mind
will stalk your talks

Here I stand singing a song
Saint or a sinner
Barefoot bleeds
Winner or a loser

I use to sweat and smile away
I use to cry and carried away
I was mute, was not speaking
I was blind, was not seeing

But understanding and believing
Guiding and misleading
I will be in your heart pod
I won’t sing that song