Let the light shine

A walk down the memory line Gave life to a succumbed thought of texture Neither the barman nor the barista could taste my kind of drink and recognize I tell you folks I would be of amaze If the they could rally through my very own maze Tell me not I just dream For I dream not to dream alone but act on it As dreamers do Should there be a wave with the coldest blow My own feet I won't raise to walk away but instead to stand firm till dawn falls They didst call upon thy name, I'm to learn why Though with tears I faced the sky Drip! drip! drip! Waters from my two lights of nature fall so wry With a story to tell but to start with a question why Well of course I shall not fret I was one of them but I wasn't called Left behind my heart shook and almost lost it's fertile soils I closed my eyes to see a better day A visionary of my own missionary I still believed As dreamers do A little lift of my falling soul is what I needed But I wouldn't say ...