Through a Broken Window

Through a broken window
just inside my view
The sky shining bright
Lit up in boisterous hue
His colors linger and mock me
Teasing, I only get the gray
I can hear him laughing
You lost again as if to say

I am no one
So nay Elysain Fields await
Upon the uneven still I trod
With a weary weathered gate
I hear not his voices lecture
Smacking of punished backhanded
I’m not of His fold
They claim me a sinner branded

I may stay here among the lost
Stuck between two worlds
My life holds one truth
I wasn’t without morals
Stand there and tell them I am wrong
Ears open sitting along the pew
Mine eyes upon His earth
Through my broken window view