Paper House.

I didn't say how much my need
Filled the air with diving speed
My head so heavy layden with greed
Want, desire a cheering deed
But I cry need not my cherub
Tall you stand in heavens hub
Soaking in light sharing Gods club
My body melting with all the lub
But sicker the host for your dear friend
Who's hands need deity with no amend,
Triumphant bed I daily attend
Your commitment to me does not pretend
This paper house coloured by crayoning
Left behind now by people praying
Visited oft from widened eyes adoring
Looking back to times of Gods calling
Blue lighted windows of lighthouses beccon
Uplifted to carriages of the newly modern
Enter the cleanway polished in face
Welcommed with plenties, sheer the cliffs place.
Brightened with sunlight golden the mount
Earths secret refuge, washing you out
To seas of deep colour filtering the ash
No more need for wears nor people nor cash.