As weeks pass by, I wonder…
If you’ve forgotten our presence
What it felt like to be filled
What it felt like to be complete
Do you still remember?

I remember the tales we would tell
The laughs we would share
You have always been a home away from home
Have you forgotten?

Seven days a week
Yet the last one would always be spent with you
A sanctuary of peace
A beacon of hope
Do you need a reminder?

The lost are sort out
The weak are strengthened
The poor are financed
All the workings of your hands
Should I go on?