there is something stirring in the wind
a good way in which to begin
time stops for no one yet time is all we have
you can hear it in the distance
you can hear from the preacher
many are dull or lax when it comes to reality
instead they settle for a land of make believe
choosing to do whatever they please
one day soon they will get knocked down on there knees
there are dreadful eyes with heads in the street
this isn't a good place for any meet & greet
we are off running the bases with heavy laces
light in its torn illumination
perhaps in need of a break on a long vacation
many are looking to the stars to help them get by
but I wonder how & I wonder why
a calm before the storm
some curse the day they were actually born
yet we stare into the distance
amidst all the resistance
we can easily see
a place that sets men's hearts free
it is are chief aim & destiny
we must wait & be ready for the storm it fastly approaches
will you be ready ?