The room where our love seems to ring
And the voes that exist always sting
Remembering the stairs with poems on the wall
Well I've awoken to the sound of your voice
But love, love is not trying to make a choice
Love is dilemma for the touch of Hallelujah
You have gone and don't want to take me
Should I get on my knee and make a plea
Remember the Linden trees that we shared
And I look at the dawn in total despair
But love is not some memory to repair
No, it's a padded room where I recall Hallelujah
Baby is this love that I am feeling
Dawn shined it's answer. No, it was reveling
But you know I have been feeling it don't ya
We sat in the place where the leaves fall
I don't remember that my back was on the wall
The graffiti there resonated the word Hallelujah
We have parted ways with some broken promise
Now I live my life devoid of her and powerless
You felt the warmth as we embraced didn't ya
Do we have the strength to see the light of day
No, it's how were needing god's help to pray
Kneeling and whispering, my lips shout Hallelujah
I was the stand in on his absent behalf
I made you cry and then I made ya laugh
All cuz' I used to tell myself those lies
I slept in the comfortable bed we keep
But love is not a goodnight before sleep
Nor is it a clogged and snoring couch of Hallelujah
The thought of you all through the night
Dawn of morning. It creeps on through.
Blinking, in bed, naked cuz' we did not sleep
The hangover of loneliness stays in my head
But love is not a drink next to the fire
No it's cold beers and smokes in a bar called Hallelujah
Baby I have lived my life on my knees
And while I was battered you head my pleas
But all he gave ya was bag of cheap gold coins
Yeah, We know all the good things we've done
But love is not trophy to be outdone
It's a beat up shoe, on display full of Hallelujah
Is the love we lived filled with empty lies?
I loved this girl much to her surprise
And since he had to ask you why I chose ya
I told ya, love isn't some perfect picture
Or the beauty described in scripture
No it is the flawed reality of Hallelujah
This smoke and this booze fills my soul
Still I consume them just to loose control
Yeah, the silence of the loud music plays on
The bodies dance. The party goes for an up swing
But this love is not something I can sing
It's only real while we are alone with Hallelujah
Drinking vodka to heal the emotional scab
Who can I get to be nice and pick up the tab
I hide somethings in the Ice Age of my heart
I wanted to love you fair and true always
But there was too much lust in those dusty hallways
And now I am alone, in pain, with a poem named Hallelujah
--Thank you for the concept Leonard so I can make this original poem...
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