Like a song, I waited to be heard,
Till' they lent their ears and offered
The gift to listen to a voice
That gave clear insight from all the noise.
Throughout the epochs of hearsay,
Eons of complete mental disarray,
Ages of false images,
And unclear periods of distress.
At last, my voice was hearkened.
The truth has soared and shined,
To illuminate the path for the blind
To enlighten the false that had me bound.
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
Like a song, I waited to be heard,
Till' they lent their ears and offered
The gift to listen to a voice
That gave clear insight from all the noise.
Throughout the epochs of hearsay,
Eons of complete mental disarray,
Ages of false images,
And unclear periods of distress.
At last, my voice was hearkened.
The truth has soared and shined,
To illuminate the path for the blind
To enlighten the false that had me bound.
