It Will Wake A Million Out Of Tears

I was about to have a day of misery

Because I thought I missed Your prophesy


Heed this like you need a seed

Your words are insurmountable to me


This virtue is true

These words inspire you


I wouldn’t care if I got one minute of sleep

As long as I got one word to console the weak


Do you need any guidance?

For fears and mirrors try to blind us


Guide my pen to form anew

Inclusive to all and delivered through You


Prophecy teach me words to the sick and dying

Alone we initiate the source of crying


Like my words on to greet

To read to anyone out of sleep