A Chapel Not for God

[verse] Sacred graffiti on old bricks, Cries from saints in vibrant tricks. [chorus] Imagine a chapel, not for God, But born from chaos, not façade. [verse] A sacred space where passion lies, A haven where creation sighs. [verse] Walls adorned in painted hues, Trees grow wild in nature's muse. Light flickers through the shadows' dance, Infinite accidents, a chance. [chorus] Imagine a chapel, not for God, But born from chaos, not façade. [verse] A flower blinks, its colors fade, A moth's wings still in patterned parade. Ruins sculpted by wind and rain, A willow frozen in icy chain. [chorus] Imagine a chapel, not for God, But born from chaos, not façade. [verse] A lawless chapel, broken glass, Shimmers in the bark, alas. Beautiful in its violated state, A place where no one holds the fate. [verse] Footsteps rare in breezy dust, A temporary breath, a trust. Beneath an eternal, boundless sky, Where all our moments drift and fly. [chorus] Imagine a chapel, not for God, But born from chaos, not façade. [verse] Here we are but small and fleeting, Our careless acts and hearts entreating. Meaningless till emotion's trace, Gives short lives a fleeting grace. [chorus] Imagine a chapel, not for God, But born from chaos, not façade. [verse] In this chapel, life you dream, And life itself a lucid gleam. [chorus] Imagine a chapel, not for God, But born from chaos, not façade. [outro.] Imagine a chapel not for God [End.]