Under the shadow of Christ Church
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I stood before Christ Church
cold stone and sky
watching the world pass
feeling time slip by
The homeless figure
sprawled on the bench
a statue of life
a soul left to quench
His gaze was lost
his face in despair
but I felt something deeper
hanging in the air
A reflection of us
lost in the dark
fighting for breath
leaving our mark
In that quiet
where the night
meets the dawn
I realized how fragile we are
how drawn
to the wreckage
to the fights
to the pain
we’re all just souls
caught in the rain
But here we are
against the odds
lucky to be
against the gods
We walk this path
bruised but alive
together
we’ll survive
we’ll thrive
You and I
like the man on the bench
defying the world
we never flinch
In the shadows
we stand
we rise
against the chaos
beneath the skies
So let them talk
of fortune and fame
we’ve found
something real
something untamed
Under the shadow
of that cold stone dome
I’m lucky to be with you
far from alone