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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Details | Verse | |

Langue d'oc, a Micro-Paradelle

Your love song lapsed into ancient French that April day.
I only understood the words of spring and heartsore
lapsed. Only love and heartsore, I understood your ancient 
words of the spring-day song into that French April.

You fabricate my pauses into repetition, silence speaks
of ages strung to rhyme in love’s difficult service
you strung into pauses in service to ages. Fabricate of
love’s repetition, rhyme speaks my difficult silence.

We practice tedium of vows till language breaks apart.
As if art should aim at science, rigorous, quantitative,
rigorous language breaks tedium. Science vows a part of 
quantitative practice till we should aim “as if” at art.

Till we lapsed into language. As your ancient ages only
fabricate quantitative French strung to that difficult
practice, science speaks of tedium and understood rhyme. 

The spring in service of love’s rigorous vows. April 
pauses, heartsore. You and I, apart. If love should aim 
my words at day, repetition breaks into silence of song.


Details | Pastoral | |

The Sun In My Face

I awoke this morning to the sun in my face ,
   Quickly I sat  up for I knew it was late .
My sleep  has been so good since we came together,
    The rest I get the peace I feel will be with me forever.
Can't remember when I have felt so good ,
    Finding you has changed my life , I knew it would .
This is not something I would ever take for granted ,
    Because I know the seeds of love have been planted .
It will grow and blossum into something so grand ,
    Always glowing brightly no matter where I stand .
Not a worry or care do I feel on this day ,
    Only joy and happiness will come our way.
I can say this from the bottom of my heart , 
    Never will I feel alone when it's cold and dark .
To be awakened by the sun in my face ,
   To be honest with you , it matters not if I am late .
TAC
 


Details | Free verse | |

The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


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Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.


Details | Haiku | |

Spring into Haiku

Smiling Sakura
blows kisses to Bush Warbler
Dreams of distant love


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Michael,let's sing 'Imagine'

Welcome Michael,I am so glad that you have come to meet me,
so many things I want to share with you over this cup of coffee.

I know your poetic heart Michael,and that you're a dreamer like Lennon,
I too love his'Yoko Ono' and 'Imagine' is one of my favourite song.

So,you do landscaping?That is a wonderful job indeed,
I also love sketching,painting and can play guitar a little bit.

By the way,how are you going to celebrate your birthday on April 17th?
This year you must invite me and I will be there with a surprise gift.

Oh,you have finished your coffee!Don't want another cup?
OK,let us start singing'Imagine',I am tuning guitar in B-Major Sharp!




© kashinath karmakar
==================================================

Placement:5th;(April 2011)

By:kashinath karmakar (6th April 2011)

Contest:First Words Over Coffee

Sponsor:Michael J.Falotico


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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

An ode to the Unsung Angels

Written on 21st April 2012
By: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(This Ode is dedicated to the Administrative professional / Executive Administrative Assistants/Secretaries.  I dedicate this  to all the unsung champions who have worked selflessly in the shadows to brighten the futures  and then silently steeped away into the twilight of their lives without a ray of expectation in any form.)celebrate 25th april 2012 ,60th anniversary.

You make yourself graciously present from the beginning or start, to align processes and routines you pour out your big heart. No words or action suffice to thank you enough, You stand by and support through thick and thin when times get real rough. Your tips, guidance opinion and advice, are of utmost importance and cannot be gauged by monetary price. You can never be thanked enough, You really help mould your superiors and aid them to take on situations that are all rough. To work without you is sure as hell, In circles of times round and round without progress will superiors dwell. To work with you is a real pleasure, Your honed competencies, skills and ways of problem solving are a treasure. You simply slice the ropes (lengthy time wasting procedures) that curtail us, You battle the winds of change and interruptions for us to be in time to catch destiny’s bus. In the hustle and bustle of daily chores and routines, You execute work with precision by all means. In stormy weather you stand by with great strength for all to see, And when the chips are down you stand tall deep rooted like a tree. Your kind heart and beautiful mind is a combination rare, Every time we saunter or amble to our cabins you are there with a smile filled with care. We really appreciate your kind and generous ways, The order you bring with your overpowering yells and disciplinary displays. You are always there to be a part of a team, And back up everything to bring about into existence everyone’s “dream”. You come to my mind when I think of sharing, You come to my mind when I think of appreciating You come to my mind when I think of giving You come to my mind when I think of forgiving On this occasion would like to thank you once more, For all the things you have done and said open hearted and galore. Thank you so much for supporting and being a beacon of light, And it’s because of people like you many Executive futures have been made bright……..


Details | Romanticism | |

The Beautiful Woman

Beautiful women stridding along
beach front properties
after the cruel april showers have rolled through
damaging and overflooding the hanging geraniums,
and the despise of jealous boys
rolling through hemlock, with trousers stained with sand,
they gaze like dogs looking at a juicy bone,
at the beautiful women, all of them walking hand and hand
singing songs of love, as hummingbirds and nightingales
soar high over their heads, keeping them all company,
all singing songs of love.

Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
there you'll find me hinding, waiting
for my beautiful women that spare no glance,
but a quick of a hand I am allowed.
Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
pick the red roses that bloom,
and leave the blue violets for the dead.

See the beautiful women, as the jealous boys huddle around me,
we gaze at their beauty and hold our breath,
till they start laughing.
They drink tea, read novels and talk about everything
that matters to naive girls' mind.
We listen and hear their secrets, some horrid
and some unbearable to listen too.

Go now, young boys and stride on
go to the beach front properties
in your straw hats and sandstained trousers
and call unto me, when the beautiful women
come once again striding along.

One beautiful woman I gaze upon
blonde hair, blue eyes
the sweetest of arian races
she wears her flannel, spring dress,
and cottonswab blouse,
she turns to me, hiding in the rose peaker bushes,
she looks at me and smiles.
I hide my emotion and I leave the garden of beauty,
to stride for another day.
To see the young, beautiful girls,
to see that one, that is not hard to spot
the one, like the first rose to bloom
she is not hard to spot.

One day, as I sit in the garden of beauty,
my courage will reign over me
and I shall present myself to her grace
and glorious beauty.
Go now my dear, go now, go to the garden of beauty,
and share your stories and drink your tea in peace;
Pick the ruby roses, but leave the blue violets for the dead,
for I am safe and I am just around the corner.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Close your eyes and dream with me

Close your eyes and dream with me

the way things are suppose to be

the Love inside will set us free.


Close your eyes and dream with me

the way things are suppose to be

the burdens we carry lets share today

Lets do things in our Lords way.


Close your eyes and dream with me

lets walk in the way He made us to be.



Close your eyes and hear His voice

things are crazy in this world of pain

close your eyes and let Him lead

also help me see His truth in me.



My life bounces back and forth

close your eyes and dream with me

on how things are suppose to be.



Help us Lord to live free

in your way,please reveal

Your heart to me.



Close your eyes and dream with me

Take my hand and walk with me

to the ends of the earth

show our true worth

His love in us,

this is the way its suppose to be.



Close your eyes and dream with me.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Couplet | |

First Date

One April day, that changed my life You lived nearby, a drive not far I picked you up, with nerves a rife Blessed my dad, had loaned me his car. I drove you slowly, together alone Savoring each moment, you smelled divine I loved your accent, the kind words you spoke Upon Air Base now, while I on cloud nine. Together on tarmac, we strolled and made small talk Watching planes fly, fortunate in your presence Inside one huge plane, upon stern gate we walked Clasping hands and hearts, my first glimpse of Heaven. It was our first date, the initial of many Thirty-seven years ago, on this April tenth Since then, our love remaining solid a plenty Selflessly sharing each’s unlimited strength. My lifetime a thank you, for giving me love Being the one, my affectionate soul mate Through mostly good times, quite many thereof Defining the source, it was that very first date!


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My Love For You

My love for you is like cool slow rain from an April sky with gentle droplets whispering of love as they kiss your face My love for you is like gentle sea breezes on a hot summer's noon bringing healing's touch from some far away land to soothe the weary soul My love for you is like the dawning sun chasing away the darkness with golden sunbeams that radiate with hope of a better day My love for you is like all these things and more for even if the rain ceases to fall and the breeze forgets to blow and the sun shines no more my love for you will always be there


Details | I do not know? | |

and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


Details | Rhyme | |

between the two

one man wanted my heart
the other made it bleed
one man made me smile
the other made me plead

one took me for granted
while the other was fair
one man kept me crying
the other really cared

one man hurt me badly
the other made me blue
one left me in april
the other left in june 



Details | I do not know? | |

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cut Your Losses

Life is a game of wins and losses,
You must know when to cut yourself off.
Cause I’ve tried to push through, I’ve tried to hold on,
Relentless yet insecure, I was nothing but a pawn.
Now the tide folds over, the season turns from brown to green
I face towards the sun, you’re still all that I see.
But something has changed, your skin is fading,
I smile as I foresee a happy ending.
And so it goes, the saying holds true,
The more time that passes, the more I forget about you.


Details | Free verse | |

If


under a tree i'll sing you a lullaby
i'll ask for the moon to stay for a while. 
i'll kiss you goodnight and hug you tight.
ill stay awake, make sure your alright. 

i'll make breakfast, the best part of your morning. 
i'll wash the dishes just to keep you smiling.
we'll take a walk in the open fields.
we'll play with the water and  the ocean breeze. 

you'll laugh like you've never laughed before.
 and we'll take every chance on every open door. 
i will be you guardian and you'll be my light. 
with you by my side, everything feels right. 

so under a tree i sing a lullaby.
and ask for the moon to stay for a while. 
just a kiss goodnight and i'll be fine
i'll do everything  if only you were mine. 


Details | ABC | |

easter 2014

I watched them drag him away
We all watched  as they dragged him  down the road
I was angry and sad
I couldn’t bear to look upon his bruised face
I remember him too well
He forgave me
I was termed an adulteress 
And was brought before him for judgment
But he shunned my accusers
And he gave me a second chance
And now I am helpless to help
I thought they would protest
They all loved him yesterday
But they wanted blood
 it was like a free show
I turned away, fell on my face and wept
I watched them flog him
I watched them bruise him
And I prayed
I prayed so fervently
That He would take the life of all of them
All of them who betrayed
All the soldiers that so eagerly whipped and mocked
My heart was bitter and heavy
I only prayed he won't suffer
But he suffered
 
Suffered from their betrayal
Suffered because they loved him no more
And as they put the crown of thorns on his head
I cried out
I stood there till he breathe his last breath
Watching him
And when he said "forgive them"
That was all I heard but I felt like he saw me
Through all the shouting and chanting
I felt like he saw only me
I felt like he was speaking to me and I turned away
I rent my clothes unbelieving of his love for these people
I felt the earth quake and heard the stories
I wept wondering what would be left of the earth
But somehow I knew he would come back

At first it was just grief
I refused to believe him dead
But then the rumors came
The messiah has risen
I thought it was the wicked that had come to taunt us
But I heard the story from John
About a free ticket  to heaven
And I took it without a second thought
He is the reason I sing
So let me celebrate Easter
Let me celebrate love, resurrection and grace


Details | Rhyme | |

Different Strokes: Echo Poem 2

The Rosy Lay*

Ready for a kiss did sun rise, 
gleaming, shimmering in the April sky, 
had set to bloom bouquets of love, 
a rose among them caught my eye... 

And made me notice for the first time 
the alluring blooms of Angoora Van**, 
and the dew drops running down her curves, 
glistening in the golden sun.... 

They evanesced in the air, left her crimson petals free 
a fragrance in air did she spread, 
the mist left bare a blossom of love, 
...covered in carmine hues of red... 

And I did feel with my hands, 
the seraph, seraph touch of rose 
In blooms, in showers in waning crescent 
...made she place in every prose. 

The hand that penned ran across her curves, 
drip-drip the blood it shed... 
ran across a prickly thorn, 
through hands that never hadst wept. 

Left a scar, an impression of love 
deep where no blade could reach, 
I sealed the cracks, oh fool I was, 
dug behind a deeper breach.. 

For the kiss awaited was never delivered, 
tears did shed O! mighty earth 
had set to fire myriad hues, 
and had shut close each bud till next birth... 

There as remnant in the carmine flesh of mine, 
the deep impression of the barb did stay. 
...Love never ends sans pain, 
But ends here the Rosy lay.. 

Yash Shinde

______________________________________________


A Rose By Another Name

(A Modern translation by a 71 year old poet of an Old English poem penned by 
the 16 year old poet Yash Shinde called ‘The Rosy Lay'}

Ready for a kiss the sun did rise
Warming the heart of April, it set
Love blooming in Spring's trembling bouquet
Yet, a single red rose caught my eyes.

Much paler were voluptuous blooms
Of Angoora Van's* garden's carnage, 
Heart's blood brought like dew to her visage, 
Her sweat shining like pearls in throne rooms.

Her vapors evanesced in the air, 
Her movements set my heart in motion, 
In her wake, just peace, no commotion.
Like IMAX*** but with red everywhere.

How I did long to touch with my hands
The moist flesh of this flower's petals
No time for connection that settles, 	
I was fearful of her reprimands.

Even in dreams, hand pricked by a thorn, 
That just thought of counting her virtues, 
No trust in art and letting her choose, 
Might a parallel love have been born? 
 
Just a scar remains of this love now, 
Buried deep where love's knife can not reach, 
No one knows so it cannot impeach.
Still it leaves my heart weaker somehow.

It's so sad, even earth's tears shed dry, 
My kiss and poem led to slaughter.
Gardens languish stripped of their water, 
Must wait for Spring as old buds all die.

For my weakness of heart I feel shame, 
But it's not because I didn't win, 
I will evolve, no thanks to Darwin, 
New love bloom, but I don't know Red's name.

Brian Johnston

*Lay - Definiton in Old English: A Song
**Angoora Van - A famous Rose Garden in India.
***IMAX - A 3D  surround screen movie experience in the US.


Details | I do not know? | |

Still Waiting For April

She's waiting for April 
To come with her spring-songs, 
Like us, waiting aimlessly:

Under our green tree, 
Seeking March’s relief 
And comfort like some meek folks!

Now, before our reluctant eyes,
March has died, 
Through the comings and goings

Of a laughing sun – 
April has come 
With a deep-sucking bee!

Now, the bee sucks 
All the nectar 
Of the flowers in her garden:

Sucking by April’s night,
The night’s face 
Honeyed by a moon;

Her flowers pollinate eagerly,
And the bee has buzzed away, 
She still waits for April under the tree!


Details | Couplet | |

Spring Shows -3 couplets, 30 words

nectar gathered by buzzing bees cherry blossoms like popcorn trees busy eyes suntan bikini pose love breeze flows Spring shows lovers move fast moments stall chasing breath country clocks crawl


Details | Blank verse | |

Easter 2013

What can be said? 
About the treachery of the justice system
Filling the jury with haters of the accused
His crimes not specified
But fury radiates from the eyes of the jury
They say his crimes are numerous
But I sit there watching
Fully aware of their deceit
After all I am not part of this sham
Yet I can’t help the guilt that creeps into me
Because I jeer as he is pronounced guilty
Stupid Nazarene I say to myself
And I watch him die
Even though his innocence is clear as crystal
With one last breath I hear him say
“Forgive them”
Forgive who, me… Not possible
I am a righteous man
It is he who is to be forgiven
But as I watch the veil tear in two
 The throne room once sacred defiled
My heart stops 
Even the earthquake seems distant
I fear for I have heard this prophecy before
Foretold by the prophet of old times
Oh, oh, my life is finished
How could I not see the truth in his words?
And there on a tree is a rejected king
The messiah to be exalted crucified
Now his father will avenge him
In his fury he will spare not one
How can I stand his wrath?
Oh me, a foolish scholar
For I have been trained in his principles
Studied his laws day and night
I know his pries and his histories
But with my very own hand
I have crucified him that came to deliver
I must spend my last days in shame
Shame at my actions, foolishness, treachery
¬master, oh master come¬
Shut up you jester
Do you not see our impending doom?
¬ Master we must rejoice
For the tomb is empty
He has risen
You must come for he welcomes everyone¬
Oh, I must run to him
For he has risen to glory
He had disregarded the order of death
And claimed kingship over life and death
He has handed me the keys
So many years after
It’s today, the day of my salvation
And I remember it like yesterday
Happy Easter