In the waking hours of the morning The Sun yawns and stretches forth to shine Everything reaches up to feel the light
It depends on your perspective So keep looking up The Spirit is not an emotion The light of understanding, understanding if light which reveals everything
Tradition, Admission A confession and regression It sounds complicated Like a razor down your spine
Like a blind clairovoyant a mute mystic The future is our yesterday for those who wish it (Who wish it)
Through the wilderness I must go I will prepare the way I looked over Jordan and I see things that others dream
