There is a call calling
Wrapped in linen cloth
Transcends through borrowed blood lines
I can smell the calling
Tuggin at the vibe in my soul
My fingertips can feel the fragile significance
They bore holes in my being
Just so I might hear the echoes
Bouncing from body to soul
In silence I’ve tried hard to decipher the cipher
Decode the harmony
Rip the bars apart
Score them over all how!
I’ve failed each time
Tick tock
Hum hallelujah
Counting down
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Love, Light and Freedom
Kerry-Ann
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