Arise from your helplessness and darkness, a new Sun has dawned

There is a feeling of helplessness,

When things that you used to do,

Slips through your fingers,

Things that you used to swing around,

Now danced to unfamiliar tunes,

Someone else who is in charged,

Someone whom you are not used to.

 

They don't listen to you no more,

Everyone knows what to do,

You are being ignored and rejected,

And they go down a path you know is wrong.

 

Will they ever wake up?

Will they ever stop the blaming game?

Of what I do this is because of this hurt,

And my brokenness,

And I don't have a choice,

So I react this way?

 

Can't they see?

This darkness they dwell is swollowing them up,

They are sinking and yet they are welcoming the sink,

Can't they wake up?

Can't they know the truth?

Will they continue to rebel?

The truth and it's freedom

 

Why do they love the darkness?

Why do they feel so at ease to go to sleep in them,

Comforted in the dark embrace,

No one loves you,

But the darkness do

 

But it soon consumes,

And it soon drowns,

And it soon wants more,

Until you have no more to give,

And it demands you to serve it,

To feed its dark hunger,

And additional things that it craves,

 

Feeling so trapped,

So lonely,

Crying out in dispare,

Putting up a false front,

So no one can see what's truly there,

Behind that smile and "yup, things are alright",

Is the feeling of dread to feed the darkness inside,

 

Darkness now grows,

It's accustomed to their living,

They go on serving him,

Until there is no more,

They look at the new,

Of how they welcome the darkness warm embrace,

But their mouths are shut,

Pride, vanity, image, style and sins,

They cannot utter a word,

Not a warning they can speak,

For the darkness has used them,

A role model for the young to keep,

 

So I look upon these people,

Why is all I can ask,

Cry for them as they forsake the wise,

Asking the good Lord to hear my cries,

But all I can do is look upon my salvation,

The light in the darkness,

That breaks forth a saving grace,

For this undeserving earth and it's pace,

To give a deep peace that resonates within,

To rise up and to arise mightily again,

 

Be a witness and the role model,

To those who have none,

Be a light to the places and people,

Whom yearn for the light in their secret hearts,

Within the mystical places and among its creatures,

They will come andouille and follow them no more,

For the light is easy and freedom is free,

For He has already paid the price for you and me.

 

Mike