And God said, "Rise"

Burning tears have purified these years

All the way clear and the desire’s still here

It’s like walking into a tomb made of all mirrors

so I sent a prayer to the sky and an angel said “Here”

My past in a word would rhyme with “tear”,

but the future that’s near gets a world-class cheers.

The encouragement of you is refinement for the ears,

and your individuality a toast for the weird.