A quarter to one

I woke up at a quarter to one, with the angels walking hand in hand My temperature had risen to a hundred degree and I had a grinding headache that was bothering me For the past two days, it rested in my forehead and creeps slowly into my right eye forcing spiritual tears to flow consistently from my eyes and just before the clock struck one my heart starts pounding And my spirit starts groaning . A heavy weight came suddenly over me Pressing me to the wall and from a farway distance I could hear A chaotic brawl, there was screaming and shouting everywhere And I could hear explosion far and near and the sounds of bullets whistling in the air and the vicious greyhound running up and down the street disrupting the neighbor morning sleep I force myself to stand up straight to maintain my balance before I proceed towards the gate, and all of a sudden the wind began to blow And the dogs start jumping up and down the roof tearing up the old man’s shoes and morning creeps around the world My stomach began to twirl and I could see the vigil moving Up and down the world and thousands of silent voices keeps staring at me Oh what mystery overtakes the world, oh what changes are taking place. I am moving and I can hear the chorus singing, the python is Wrapped around the tree and the voices of hope are crying out in the street; a pound of herring for a thousand dollar and a gallon of cranberry juice for five hundred British pounds.