Seated, settled, Calm and Composed,
Only a neutral,
And all disclosed,
of voice to be heard.
So speak to the hearts,
May your Peace be as a soothing harp,
To grant them long awaited freedom,
From the pain and greivence,
Of life without meaning.
You waited patiently,
Even long enough,
we know your road was tough,
After running aimlessly to and frow,
Which pinnacle but your own to climb, You didn’t know,
You didn’t know,
So confused your heart was bruised,
From one end to the other left you hanging loose.
Yet you would soon find a balance.
A divine responsibility, with no ego involved otherwise your purpose would quickly dissolve.
Now, be humble, and keep on climbing,
These situations you will resolve,
And there will be change as you evolve,
Because your voice will stir through the valleys,
and empty the caves,
Causing those whom sleep to awaken earlier than late,
by the crack and flash of your lightning phase
May your bow strike your strings,
The Chords of truth
As the Soul of An Artist Sings