You are like knots in the cord of my memory

Your chapel and images are beads on my rosary

Your choir loft wide like a field of lilies

I remember you like I remember my family

I passed you by on the last day

And I wanted to cry for you

I have seen so many run through you

I have seen so many children play by you

I long, long for you again

My hands stretching out towards the chapel door

My thoughts and memories of you switching red and green

Like the lights in the confessional line

One day, I promise to come back

I'll come back and I'll open the chapel door

Every stained glass window is a knot in the cord of my memory

Every soul who passed through this door is a bead on my rosary