The Messenger

Messenger It rained on the day I stood up to my calling The sun was so happy The moon was full at night There was a lot of beautiful stars The air was dancing to nature The trees was waving with it happy leaf's All Proving the transformation of my soul only because I stepped out of my fears The light was not missing to bless this day The seed of my soul received life Automatically freedom became my gift My eyes saw the truth Ever since this encounter I became an instrument of nature A living lion among the sheeps I became the true son of nature I understood the zero game of life And now I could send the messages of God Through the blue pen down to the white paper like a natural Messenger Messenger I can't say it the way you love it The truth doesn't please no one It only can be better to accept Once you are pure They say no one is perfect But at least we can say the truth We could define our reality with the art of freedom We can call and see if there will be an answer We can sing we can write We can speak we can show We can be what and who we are So take me as I am my friends I can't write it how you want I don't want to be perfect I must not be the best poetic soul To deliver the songs of my soul I told you it rained the day I stood up To my calling So I don't expect acceptance As long as God loves my soul I will gladly be a natural Messenger