ARISE, LORD OF SOUL!

Arise! sleeping strays, wake up to the cry of truth

Signs gradually possess the heart of mankind

Life seem like a nearing mirage of wars

Creating order in the midst of chaos

Many souls searching for life's many pride

Some, strong and daring; sell their very souls

They want you to heed to their cry of warning

You refuse to see through the eyes of the bearer

Fame, the game of the lofty, the price of evil

Money, wealth's redemption, the path of toil

The poor in their rage, reach for the sky

The rich; gullible, repressing their soul

Both blinded by the evitation of stance

The rich are poor, the poor are rich

How long before you stand and see?

How long till we weep bloody tears?

Do not say I am weak! Dare not say I am frail!

This is the pulsing climax of every soul

Loitering for a position of strength-hood

I have searched through highs of lows

If I have been lorded a soul to save

Where then is home in this world?

If you have one more breath to keep

Where is the solitary place for your soul?

Live, Love, Laugh

Kaylove.