In the beginning your gift was ignored It took the threat of death to realize I laid in the bed the word was die You the prophet were by my side
You cared about the gift of life I remorse for time lost and things done I realize you''re the one
In time I''ve known You''ve given your time and your money To this creature that they call god
The other side is where time''s erased Where night is eternal And we walk as shadows of gods To exist is to be deceased If his words go unfulfilled I will pray for his own death
Author that of life Closed book of the prophet
Peace made in myself I will remember words of kind.