I don't know...
Maybe it's cause, it's just one-of-those days.
But I wanna just give it away...
Maybe its because,
Im a little-bit crazy...
Lil-bit lazy.
Or maybe...
Its the story itself...
LONGING TO BE FREE... from ME!
HOW CAN IT BE?
how?
                How can it be?
That You would use me?
(Back to the scene)
There's a mighty regime
"Illuminator" of darkened dreams
The Mark is seen
Then izzy starts to believe.
He embarks on the waters streams
"LIVING the dream"
He siphons others,
When well received.
All he achieves,
In just a few short weeks!
Making artists of thieves.
Conqueror of the disease,
of the fruit of deciet.
Not like art but of seeds,
Planting memory trees
In our children who need
Us
See Jesus.