I bend thy will,
Thy prying nigh’
To search in ye for awestruck eye
If ye listen deep to those whom may seek
Vengeful yet devoted to what lies in reach
The presence of the unattainable are rotten and peachy
Forget thy mind for which it made belief
The only one whom you know now
Lies in yourself, your wondrous plead
Pondering just what you’ll become
An ancient king or the rising sun
For passive is the want you’ve brought
The clay of life is yet to bestow
Yet for rite or right
Or wrong what might
Be undreamed worthy
Amongst thy wanderers night
For whom preside in their soul alone
Is brought to reach and compel them
Standing on the edge of the cliff
You’re chosen remedies amidst
The woe to man
Be broken still
Yet the will be done
Till kingdom come
For what lies in reach
Are what those whom seek
The righteousness
To follow dreams.