Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, but the heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings, but the heart has its seasons its evenings, and songs of its own

There are times when you get hit upon, Try hard but you cannot give. Other times you'd gladly part, With what you need to live

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. The time has come to weigh those things, this space is getting hot.