Late one Wednesday night
I thought it was just me...

The heavens rain down a blessing of light,
An angel shines radiant in the whitest of white...

Inside of my mind
there is definite power...

Roaches run all over the street
and I see them coming towards my feet...

People once lived in darkness
unaware of the gospel word...

A burden to the mind,
affliction in my stare...

You have much to live for,
don't give up without a care...

Branches form
on a growing tree...

The Same Vocal Tic
The noise echoed...

Each piece is unique
and has a place to go...

The seasons are passing
and a chill cools the air...

The sword I hold is simple,
each swing often denied...