I’ve tried to ignore the calls,

played thru the harps unstrung

To share their messages with you, of ancient Babylon and truth.

I’ve sat so long in a melancholic state, to wake in a place of desolation from hate.

A nation established that sealed our fate,

but being born enslaved doesn’t make us their slaves.

I serve the laws of no other one, but of that I hear thru and in these songs.

And as bad as I don’t want to lead, you are still welcome to follow as me.

Can see the clues that were left like seeds, that were rooted inside me so very deep.

My lament now lifted away like a fog, exposing the Angels of new Babylon.

Their voices I hear come thru the music is strong, as I start on the path that leads to Zion.