What light does shine from
the inner windows of your soul,
To error in times of need,
Or blackened by the endless sea of night?
Who will lead you down the road to divine redemption,
If that is what you truly seek.
Should you pray,
If that is how you speak to God,
If a God speaks to you at all?
There is no place for denial,
An endless alley you call your home,
Or should it be that home
Calls you to the streets,
Whatever you had has now collapsed
An abyss in your history.
Yet light does shine from your eyes,
Infernal duty beckons,
From a man who could not see at all,
Smells the sweetest flowers in the rain.
Shall the scales be balanced,
Or could your heart weigh so much,
A burden in your chest?
Lay down your arms,
Lay aside your pride,
Speak from your divine soul
And allow the light to bathe
Every inch of your worn body.
Take my hand,
And allow redemption to cleanse you.