I walk among them Faces reflect their needs Shadows of what could be Envisioning their peace
Travelling towards nothing Imprisoned they wander Enslaved to what befalls them Traverse a path unknown
The eyes are the windows to the soul Visions of one's condition Tomorrow is mirrored in those orbs The value of one's control I stare into the dead eyes Vacant of understanding A hunger quenched within Until the choice to awaken
A stirring in my presence To light the proper path Seeing joy of a babe reborn Adopting what would be mine
Dead eyes tell my reasons For birth, life and death Resurrection to secure my love From evil's complacent grip
Today is your choice Do not ponder long I will be told to gather What was purchased on the tree
Go, those who are mine Set in motion my seeding Harvest the weary caste Proceed for the time is almost here….go
