Viking to bear.
Thought deep in the sanctity of restless sleep
I joyously wrestle with a talkative night
chatter bites at a mind unkept
and brings to the drawing board all the experiences
I have swept under the lining of a life that looks managed.
You can't build a castle on a foundation that's damaged.
You are born of Kings
the evolution of a scripture
adding your own colour to a badly drawn picture
Unravelling old truths in my heart I know
inner peace is the soil on which integrity grows.
I wash blood of my own streets
Protect earths's forgotten daughter
trying to find God in the stillness of water
The rivers, the oceans, the movement of grass
time passes quickly
the soul lives in a glass house.
It can see what you do.
Which of the paths you decide to choose.
Judgement is a voice inside your own head
it can blur the lines
create moral distortion
kindness is a fire of biblical proportion
So burn the boundaries of governments, mass corporate
feel the heat of your passion as your conscience turns pulpit
Make mighty your shoulders
write music beyond stave
don't let your actions become a mass grave
What will your litter of breadcrumbs say?
Can you stay stand fast to your moral compass?
Does your inner world run rich with fondness
for all life, from Viking to bear.
A fistful of compassion will take you there.