Awake
This ticking clock it just won’t stop
And the tortured soul won’t let me go
So I stand alone in what I know
While my sanity bleeds this blood red flow
So much easier to just go along
Forget my discernment and accept what’s wrong
Yet like the one who stood for me
I stand alone in what I believe
And I feel the madman smile at me
Quite content in all he has deceived
But it only gives me stronger faith
Knowing my soul he will never take
For the purest of loves he cannot fake
And more than ever I am Awake
Religion blinds my eyes no more
God’s power speaks to my very core
Faith doesn’t simply believe… it knows
That’s when the power of spirit flows
And how much stronger than all deceivers
Is the powerful spirit in all believers
Waiting for the inevitable change
And the wondrous day for which prophets sang
When evil is gone from remembrance of the earth
And thankful spirits return to the place of their birth…
And the clock will tick no more
Copyright © Chris Hagy | Year Posted 2016
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