The Girl In Church

I can't concentrate in church My hard heart is beginning to clutch The transparent porch Of the image of the girl in church My fingers would freeze on the piano As my eyes catches a glimpse of the rainbow Moving graciously in a row Of the singers of soprano A little while my heart is at rest And suddenly beats with sorrowful zest As if a higher force is making jest Of me or is it a test? Why won't she just go away To a faraway place and stay Until the lions eat up the hay And my heart has no more a day Should mount Everest be at sea level And my heart becomes a castle I would be free from this evil Lingering torturing and consuming the strength of my heart's cradle Why has my heart become a fertile ground For the seed of lust which abound In its midst and mound Of desire gathering momentum around I should be glad if I become free Of this shackles lingering for eternity Yanking off the chains with alacrity I will be glad I am free