Vision
If my output of emotions is taken as a weakness,
Then sadly for you; for you do not see strength in this
These feelings i amplify and possess,
Forming words in shapes of lyrics
So for you its easy to here this
From the bottom of my core
Creation is an obssession of mine
I take control so i dont go blind
Putting on my strings
Archangel descend in me
Come out my mouth to sing,
As the last days bells cling
As the angel of might aids his fight
It awakens from its dreams of night
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2018
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