Soul's Cry

There he is, there he dwells; be ever wary of him. Do not think that all is well; must not be conquered, by sin. You must watch; truth be told; He is ever, watching you. You may try, to be brave and bold; your family will also die too. You may chance upon his tower; Man shall kneel, become forever humble. And deeply suffer his awesome power; your tongue, your words, shall become a mumble. You may dream, think, and wonder; Begin to ask brothers, why? But these are men, can’t even ponder; the reason of a woman’s sigh. Then I searched, pondered, and looked for; the answer, to let me break free. Freedom; I crave, nothing for more; Then I was, I could see. Then I knew that he must fall; He must be humbled, thrown off. All have come, together in call; they were stern, none were soft. Then we left, marching to tower; Men make ready, for the coming end. Prepare to make him cower; all was still, grass didn’t bend. There he was, yet meek, without care; anguished beyond any cry. Dead yet alive, more than despair; His crown rolling on by. Turned to me; quiet as night; Sad, angry all from sin. Began to fade in the light; I cried, he was my only kin.