I wonder, if I keep talking will you listen.
Thunder walking, a shrill envisioned.
A pill prescription to either heal or sicken.
But in the end you will fear the wicked.

Please no ups and downs, no undulations.
Don't make waves that cut the sound like iterations.
Let it go, I bet it flows. It might be bitter haven,
but love those who grow above this simple hatred.

Open your eyes and be quiet.
Don't pass away just believe in dying.
Treat the crying with tears of might
And buy me another day to appeal your fright.

Believe in me Zion.