Slowly Going No Where

Heaven is crying

but the suns still hot

The people are sighing,

the rain fills their pot.

And board games,

are for exciting people

homeless never came,

to any church without a steeple.

Cause hell is looking feisty,

while heaven's looking icy.

We're entertaining God now,

but satans on the prowl.

You think you'll win a battle,

but you forgot this is a war,

We're slowly going no where,

and no where's coming fast.