Dogma can be found in words
Often thin as a page
But Sacred to those who believe
In the wars they wage
Collections of long forgotten rhymes
Lost rythms of joyous spring
Heavy notes of darker times
Candles flickered out in the endless night
But new tales keep being written
New songs continue to be sung
New hearts endlessly smitten
New pains constantly stung
The story true of human beings
Greater than any of our own
Our fellow us lost in eternity
Carefully bound between flesh and bone
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Dogma can be found in words
But divinity is found in us
Sacred is the story heard
Heinous is the turned eye
Not much is surely hallowed
Stories, art, they seem to be
Holding people as just the same
Sacred is what we see
So sacred to me
So sacred as you
Sacred
