The Golgotha Tenement Head bowed low I walk alone void mk Living on guilt crawling on shame Below my feet the ground So bare so untouched So cold so lifeless Often I ve been here knowing not why but feeling comfort and security within the cracked stone walls This place my home So desolate So worn down like the ground Above my head the sky so pure so colourful So warm so alive Feed on its beauty breath in its air Head held high I walk Alone still Often I hear voices of gaiety merriment laughter Things I find rarely elsewhere making them all the more wonderful Funny I should find them here So wonderful So precious Like the sky