I will rise like Lazarus with the sun
To shine like on everyone, who has
Lived in the dark, with there heart
Apart, away from the light, it shines
So bright, it blinds the all-knowing eyes
Of a wise mans mind, leaving him
With blinded eyes . . .
Flash's of his pearly gate, where you're
judged by fate. Is yours strong enough
to last, or did it just past, you by? In the
Blink of your eyes, he sees your disguise
for he doesn't see this body, he sees the
Soul that breathes, crying out its alive.
Rather if it's a angel's halo or devil eye's,
He sees the Faith you've locked inside . . .
Thou Shall Not Judge Me, for he did not
its all one great big-mastered plot. For him to
Reach down his helping hand, and break the
Boundaries that lie between men. For we are
Separated not in our hearts, but in our mind . . .
In time we we'll find, it's not the skin you
Were, or the color of your eye's, or the way
You dress; it's when it's time to go, will you
Take the hand of your brother or sister beside
You and pray with them for the best. . .
These words are my wisdom given to me
by him. To not speak would be a sin. I shall
Not hold my tongue, even if it a fins, I'm only
Using the voice he gave me, to say what he
Wants me to say. I am his message written in
Skin, with his pencil and paper, he wrote how
this life begins . . .
These words are my weapons, like a loaded gun
Except I don't shoot them just for fun, you may
Think this is the end, but our redemption it being
Written has it begins, the rest is up to you and the
Soul that lies within . . .