The Rosary Weeps Of A Burning Sky

For I shall rise in glory of the days before
a leader with promise
a practice of faith
listen closely to the words I speak
for we may never meet again
yet I declared the war

I have risen from the sea
drowning the daughters and the sons
with strength I fight for hope in our lives

I have been gifted with praise
assembled to be a king of this world
where tragedy may bring whatever may fall
yet you will hear my call

breaking truth into reflection
granting miracles upon completion

our days are numbered for the sky now burns
and the tragedy may bring what we honor in sight
for we may speak out what dwells in our hearts

say father can you hear my cry
I need to be remembered for this disguise
looking towards the eastern sky
burning winds capture the beauty within reflection

stating the case, longing for love
what disaster may come, for the end of the age
may come soon
but I will be heard
before we are gone
because the truth lies in me, sacred like tree

look up high for here I lie
look back to the sky for here I lie
where the fathers weep and the mothers cry
drowning in the burning sky