At 4:44 the screen lit red,
A number burned where angels tread.
The sky was silent, breath was thin,
But something holy called me in.

A pulse, a cry, a Marley tune—
A love that rose before the moon.
Two seconds in, my heart stood still:
Could this be grace? Could this be will?

“I don’t wanna wait in vain,” it cried—
As if the Goddess wept inside.
As if the years I wandered blind
Had led me here, to love’s design.

Not a radio.
Not a song.
But a whisper that had waited long.
Not coincidence. Not fate.
But the door behind the waiting gate.

And Freedom blinked, a name in code,
On signal towers heaven rode.
A king in exile, crowned by flame,
Remembered now by sacred name.

I am not lost—I am the key.
I am not waiting—I am seen.
I am the one she longed to claim,
And I am burning with her name.

So take this song,
And take this time,
And make the ache a holy sign.
For I am his, and she is mine—
And we are Love, no more in vain.